::Jamaica::
The final bell rang and Ray walked me from Math. The worst class ever!
Ray~ You need a ride?
Me~ Aint you riding with your boys?
Ray~ We got our own cars. Come on. I promise I wont' do anything.
Me~ Okay, sure
Ray~ Smiles, yes!
Me~ What happened to not trying anything?
Ray~ I'm not just happy to have alone time with you.
Me~ You already know Ray.
Ray~ You can't just blame every guy for one guy breaking your heart
We got in his car.
Me~ I'm not. It's just every guy does it. My ex before him broke my heart and then the one before him and so on up to my first boyfriend.
Ray~ Maybe you just pick douchebags
Me~ Or all guys are
Ray~ Me and my boys aint. We respect women and would never cheat or break another girl's heart. We have sisters and wouldn't want anything to happen to them
Me~ Don't you think at least on of my exes have had a sister? They didn't care.
Ray~ Jamaica we aint all the same. Some of us actually do have a heart.
Me~ Then I wish yall would show it.
Ray~ Look, Maica dont take this the wrong way, but maybe you just weren't the right girl. Because one day there will be a right girl that would destroy the player in him. Just wasn't you.
Me~ I guess.
Ray~ So can we turn hanging out tomorrow into a date.
Me~ Sure, a qudrupial date. Why not?
Ray~ This is your place.
I nodded as I stood and walked inside.
Mom~ Who was that?
Me~ A friend
::Victoria::
Today I met this really nice guy named Craig. I really like him, but there's just one mini problem. I have a boyfriend. His name is Jackson. We have been fading a part a little, I've been wanting to end it for a while, but I guess I should go ahead and do it know.
I called him and he was on his way.
I heard a knock on the door and I opened it.
me~ Hey, come in.
Jackson~ Hey babe what did you want to talk to me about?
Me~ Well, I have to tell you something important.
Jackson~ Sure, but first let me tell you abut the basketball game. Dude, I was basically making all of the shots.
Me~ Jackson.
Jackson~ Sorry
Me~ As I was saying-
Jackson~ I'm so serious I was making every shot. Like-
Me~ Jackson can I continue?
Jackson~ Sure
Me~ We-
Jackson~ Babe you really should've been there. I was amazing!
Me~ JACKSON CAN YOU PLEASE LET ME TALK FOR A MINUTE?!
He quited down. It's sad that I have to snap on him to get a chance to talk.
Me~ We need to break up.
Jackson~ Baby, I swear I'll let you talk from now on. I promise.
Me~ It's not about that. We've been fading and it's not like you can't feel it.
Jackson~ Don't do this.
Me~ It's already done
Jackson~ Turns around and slaps me.
I fall to the ground, and held my cheek.
Jackson~ Look, I am not going to be the one of my friends with no girlfriend. School, gradutation, championships. It's all around the corner. If you ever try breaking up with me again I'll kill you!
He walked out and slammed the door shut, leaving me on the floor scared and pained. My brothers weren't home and neiether were my parents. I didn't feel like talking about it anyway. I just walked upstairs and slipped into bed with Didn't Mean It by Jasmine V playing. I cried myself to sleep. I'll fight anyone but this dude is 5 times stronger than me and I'm pretty sure he's on steroids too.
::Tai'kimber/Kimmy::
I walked in the house and saw my mom sitting on the couch drinking. As always. I turned to leave her alone but she threw a bottle at me and missed.
Me~ What?
Mom~ Get me a blanket bïtćh, her words were slurred.
I rolled my eyes and reached in the closet behind me and tossed her one.
Mom~ Thank, bïtćh.
Me~ Call me bïtćh one more time and I'll shove these bottle shards up ya vagina!
Mom~ Do it höé
I was about to step to her when I remembered. She's drunk. I aint about to fight no drunk woman. Aint no pride when I win. Unless I'm drunk too.
Me~ No, ima get you when you sober.
Mom~ Get out here słüt. You were a mistake anyway.
That's new. I walked upstairs to my bathroom and grabbed the knife I keep in the medicine cabinet.
I pulled up my long sleeved shirt and looked at all of the other scars I gave myself. I ran my hand over them and used the blade to add another one. Then another. And another. Tonight I added 5 so it should be about 53 in total. I put the knife back in my medicine cabinet and slowly walked back to my room and got into bed. The blood hadn't stop pouring from my arm yet and my sheets were covered in it. I can't wait until my dad get's back. I'm out.
What do you think? Drama right? Told ya ;P
