I was never like other girls especially when it came to love, I never could find someone who made me feel important and different. Untill one night when everything in my life changed in a major way..
I was getting ready in the morning, I pull my dirty blonde locks into a messy bun. I look into my small makeup mirror into my own forest green eyes and put on the skimpiest crop top I can find, my door swings open. The coke addict foster mother crashes in "you filthy whore" she yells with her raspy old voice "you are not aloud out of this house until you are 36!!" She closes the door and I sigh, she's probably tried bath salts again. I finish getting ready and put on a small amount of makeup then sneak out my window to meet with my friend. I walk up to her car and see her wearing a black top with a striped shirt underneath, the usual. "Ready to go see the JONAS BROTHERS" she whispers in her soft loner voice
"Hell ya I am"
And that was the start
