Some may say I'm a rebel, some may say I'm a hooligan, but who really give two fucks. People think that what they say can effect me. But they don't. Some can't accept the fact that I changed, but some can. Those people that accept me are my friends. My true friends. Not those kinds that act like they do but really they don't really give a shit about you. Been there, done that.
The name is Anastasia Nicole Adams, or Ana. People call me Ana for short, or they call me that because my full initials are A N A. Coincidence that my parents named me that, I think not.
My parents. I haven't thought of them since the funeral. They both got killed by the police. My parents lived a pretty cool ass life if you ask me. They were both runaways, after they realized that they had no money to raise me they resorted into one thing which was : stealing. Yep. My parents were robbers, they only robbed because they needed money to raise me. They never had the intention of hurting innocent people. They weren't like that, but the police thought otherwise.
When I was five, I saw both my parents get shot to death by the police. Before they died, they told me to hide behind a dumpster, which I did. It was also the place where I saw my parents get shot. After that I've been forced to live in an orphanage until I was 16. Thankfully I made the best decision ever on my 16th birthday. To escaped the fucking hell hole. No one at that place unstood me. Everyone thought I was shy, but I wasn't. In my mind I was cursing out all those shitheads.
After I escaped, I made some cool ass friends who I'm still friends with after 5 years. We may not be the best kids, but we fight for what we want. I'm exactly like my parents but with a slight twist.
Yes, I'm a robber. Yes, I'm part of a gang. Yes, I do drugs. Yes, I've killed someone before.
In reality I sound like I'm not a good person, but really I am just a 21 year old girl that loves to have a fucking good time.
