i wake up, throwing my long brown waves with lighter streaks into a messy bun. i put on mascara to accentuate my orbs, sliding on my converse sneakers and eating a pop-tart for breakfast. sksksksksks im so quirky.

i run downstairs and my abusive mother approaches me. "i had to buy drugs somehow."

"what are you talking about?" i inquire.

she replies, "i sold you."

 i turn around and see one direction!