How Did You Fix Me

Chapter One

Carmen's POV

I let out the air of weed escape my mouth and into the cold, winter, air. Most teenage stories would start off with a girl, big boobs, big butt, big house, sleeping or thinking about her boyfriend next texting her or her best friends giving her advice. Every teenage story. Cliche I always thought. But here I stand, behind the old Albertson's smoking weed. Not a way to start off a story. But it was time for people to know the truth. Not every life or suppose movie ends or begins with happiness. Those things don't happen to people like me. I shivered and put one hand in my leather jacket and one holding my weed. It was freezing cold but, I can't go home. Id get yelled at for something. Makeup is too much. Outfit is too rebel. When the hell did you get that piercing? Where have you been for the past few days? Parents. Typical and that's the only thing that stays true in my opinion of stories. Parents are still controlling and over protective. They stay true to that part. I wish they did with the rest. Maybe that's why. Why we always imagine fairytales then get hurt. I took another air of the joint. The smoke filling up my lung. I know it's bad and I shouldn't be doing this but, there's a lot of things I should be. "Carmen!" Someone called and i turned my way to the call. Two girls my age, and with the cheekiest smiles ever. "What are you doing here alone?" Kasandra asked me messing with my hair with her hand. Kasandra. Typical rebel. Stays out late. Breaks the rule. Tattoos and piercings. Drugs. Don't give two shits. But here's the thing. Have you noticed? I only named physical or things she's done. You just don't know the past. "Give." Selena said and snapped my joint out of my hand into her mouth. Selena. Almost as Kasandra but different past. She tends to joke around a lot. Even in class. She's always getting detention but you never ever see her walk into that room. She has a charm. No matter what she does, you just can't get mad at her. A pretty good advantage for being in a gang. "Need to think." I shrugged brushing back my black, red tipped hair. "Think? Hun, I think all that weed got to your head." Kasandra laughed taking a whip of the joint. I stared at them taking turns. "So. I heard, that we have a group of new guys at our school." Selena smirked and I raised my eyebrow. "How the hell would you know? You don't even go!" Kasandra snapped and Selena put her arm around me. "I have my ways. And they're going to be at school tomorrow." Selena winked at me and I rolled at eyes. Group of boys? I never saw the point in dating. Meet, date, break up, hate. A cycle but so complicated. "Really?" Kasandra raised her eyebrow smoking. "Yeah. It's weird but they're here because supposedly they had trouble at there old school." Selena smiled and I looked down at my feet. My converse were getting old. So much running from the cops ain't a clean situation. "Come on, you flirt. We got a job to do." Kasandra laughed and put her arm around my other shoulder as we walked out of the back. And into the front of the cruel world.</p>