So my name is Justice , Justice Waters. and I'm not like most girls, I prefer sweatpants instead of jeans, I prefer sneakers instead of heels , and I prefer jerseys instead of crop tops . But at school I'm known at the stuck up bitch. And to be honest I'm completely okay with that. People judge me by my appearance and the way I throw myself out there . But they don't know anything about me. My life has been a living hell. When I was 12 my parents got divorce . Me and my sister Eva who was 5 at the time took it really hard. But my mom got over it . On the other hand my dad took it really bad, he was on drugs and a alcoholic. 4 months after my parents got divorced it was Christmas Eve and we where spending the day at my dads. He told Eva and I that he was suffering and dying from cancer. I stared at him with disappointment in my eyes. I looked at him and said "Really? seriously. You had to tell me this today!" he looked at me crying . Seeing my dad cry made me cry two times harder than what I had expected. I called my mom and told her to pick me and my sister up. 2 Weeks after Christmas , my dad called the house. My mom answered the phone and my dad told her that he wanted to meet for dinner and talk to her. she said "okay.only if it's in a public place." My mom got ready and I went with her to the dinner because I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. My dad came out of the car with his hands behind his back I was suspicious. My mom walked up to him and said "if you want to take me back , I'm sorry it's not happening so if that's what you wanted than leave." My dad put his hands in front of him and shot my mother. I was speechless I screamed as tears where rushing down my face. I looked up at my dad and soon after my mom fell to the ground my dad reloaded the gun, pointed it at himself, at shot himself. Since than I haven't been able to trust any men. It's pretty stupid right? that I don't trust men because of my past. Well I'm over it now, and I have to be strong for my sister and most importantly my best friend Alex. Alex has gone threw way more things than I have in the past. Her mother died when she was 6 and her father left her shortly after that. She was in Forster care. But when she got adopted her mom was always working and her dad was abusive and she got raped by her own father. sorry that I said it so harsh but there's no easy way to put it. That's why I need to be strong for her.
