Paris Rogers was a normal girl in most peoples eyes, 5,4 , deep brown eyes, pale with with light blonde on the right side and brown on the left hair everything normal but she was nothing like that
One Night in March of 1982
Paris was sitting in her room smoking while her parents fought downstairs, something she was normal too beside the bruise her mother would end up with afterwards was something that broke her even more then anything else.
Soon the screaming and yelling stopped and the banging of things around the house started, Paris soon started to think about going down there grabbing a match and burning the house down but her thought process was broken by a rock hitting her window.
Paris got up and walked over to the window the was directly in front of her bed and looked out of the window to see her childhood best-friend Kurt Cobain looking up at her
"What are you doing" Paris exclaimed
"Come down Eiffel" Kurt said to the girl leaning against the window sill
"Just a minute Rockstar" Paris stated
Paris soon grabbed soon extra clothes, some of the little money she had, and a pocket knife.
"Coming down yet Pear" Kurt yelled from the yard
"Hold your horses" Paris yelled back quietly enough to where her parent's would not hear
Paris soon threw her stuff down from the window soon looking at her door and holding a finger at Kurt telling him to wait a moment and ran over and locked it and than ran over to her window and completely jumping out of it soon rolling on the soft but hard grass.
"What an entrance Ms Rogers" Kurt said to the girl
"Oh fucking shit that was an adrenaline rush"
"What are we going to do about your window missy" Kurt said with a bit of a chuckle within is tone
"Ah shit didn't think of that.......it should by fine if my father is jumping from it" Paris said still on the ground from jumping.
The two soon walked away from Paris's house walking around Aberdeen, Washington
admiring the company each-other brought to the low lit street or sometimes the under bridge or maybe each-others homes that weren't home but just places that each-other stayed.
I swore i'd never be like them but I was just a kid back then.
