Whether I Like It Or Not

Welcome To Kennedy High

We went home a couple hours after that.

After I had to search the entire school for Christie's dumbass cause she got lost.

Dumb hoe.

When we got home however, I could'nt sleep.

So here I was, up at 3 a.m., not being able to sleep.

Oh well.

I got up and threw the covers off me then walked to my window and crossed my arms.

The lights from the city made the clouds above it turn light red and white.

But the image to me was warped because of the rain dripping down my window.

Turning away, I grabbed my black jacket that said "Gas Monkey Garage" on the back then put it on.

I remember the day I got this.

Christie said it was, "hideous."

So I punched her in her "hideous" face.

After that, I stuffed my hands in my pockets feeling my pocket knife and I stared at my reflection in my dresser mirror.

I was what I like to call you average looking girl.

I was no supermodel, but I did look a lot like my mom.

And she was really pretty.

Leaning on the dresser now with my hands, I turned my head side to side, then messed with my dark brown hair that reached down almost to my ass.

It's time for a change.

I smirked at myself then walked out of my room, and opened Christie's door just a crack.

After I saw she was asleep, I smirked to myself then slipped inside.