I was forced to move here against my own will. My dad lost his job so were stuck in the bad part of town or should I say ghetto part of town. Our house is too tiny for me. Yeah, I used to be spoiled, but so what? I go to this school that sucks ass and I go to school with Spanish people or Latinos...whatever the hell their called, I really don't care. My family hates them, so why make me go to school with those disgusting people? But then I met him. He was caring and actually seemed interested in me and not my money like all my other friends used to be. He was real with me. I felt like I could tell him anything. The more I hung out with him, the more I liked him. The worst part is he is Spanish. But then I could tell there was something sketchy about him, something...off. My new friends at this school told me to stay away from him but I just couldn't! He was like a drug that I needed to keep consuming. And I needed more! I could tell he was hiding something from me, but what?