1st draft- don't read this.

I'm cruel and cold hearted. People learn to stay away. So should you.
I've been in jail more times than I can remember. I just got out of juvie 3 months ago, I'm back in College. I don't like people knowing my name. They call me Ica (ice-a). I think its because of my eyes.

Nobody knows my story and I like it like that.

Nobody knows what made me turn to street fighting and Street racing. They don't see how much I enjoy the thrill, the rush of danger, the near-death experiences, they will never understand.

But I don't act like this. Its not my real personality to be a mean person, and suddenly it was like I had amnesia, like I forgot how to be a Bitch.

Because of him.

He appears out of nowhere and isn't scared like the rest of them.

He says I don't have to be alone.

I don't believe him.

Until he says

"Go with it."