~Street Fighter~

 (Picture of Erika on right)

Hi, I'm Erika. I'm 18 and I live in southern Los Angeles, California. Luckily for me it's the number one gang spot in the country. I live with my mom and my brothers Ryan and Jared. My dad died in a car crash when i was 5. My brothers try to fit in with gangs all the time. They have nothing better to do with their life.

I on the other hand street fight. Ive been doing this for 5 years. My best friends Paige and Della also street fight. I am now (sadly) moving to Massachusetts. They better have a street fighting club or all hell's gonna break loose. My mom bought a house in Boston. All my friends know not to mess with me. I have an extremely short temper and i will kill anyone who makes me mad. Kids at my new school won't know this. They don't know anything about me. 

~ New House ~

"Mom i love it!" i exclaimed.

"Glad you like it sweetheart!" my mom replied. She's honestly the best.

"I want my room to be in the attic mom."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes mooooom"

"Alright hunny, if that's what you want!"

The attic is completely finished. it looks so cool up there! I unpack and explore my new room. There's a walk in closet (: that's a plus.

"Erika, honey, why don't you change. We're going to the neighbors hosue for dinner!" My mom yelled up the stairs.

"Okay mom! Be right down!"

I decided to wear my black skinny jeans, black converse, and a pink tee shirt with a big pink skull on it.