Some Rules to Live by.

The rules for every girl in this world: have your hair straightened at all times, layered and with long side bangs covering one side of your face. Your never pretty unless you wear make-up so cover your whole face in an inch of it. Your not properly dressed if you bra isn’t showing from your v-neck shirt or tank-top, if your wearing a shirt at least have the decency to cut up the neck and make it just barely hanging on your body. What are pants? Shorts must be worn always and be shorter than your finger tips to allow easier access. If you are told to hide something, take it and hide it don't hesitate. When cops come cover the guy and say he was with you the whole time when you know thats a load of bullshit. When the guy wants something you let him have it no matter what, and if you don’t want him to then congrats your role is now the ice queen, bitch, or prude please make your choice! 

Losing Friends.

Next my friends started to smoke, not just cigarettes,  but also weed. Some drinking ensued but not that much because it was harder to hide being drunk then high. 

I Don't Care.

At first I was scared of getting in trouble when I was in a 100 ft radius of someone smoking, especially since they weren’t old enough to. But I soon found out that the police had given up hope on them and just didn’t care anymore. At that time I realized, maybe I shouldn’t care anymore either.

Losing Grip.

It was when I discovered this world that my straight A’s dropped and my calm demeanor started to vanish to a side that I never knew.

Getting dragged back into Hell.

I thought I could get out of this world, but it’s haunting exhilarating dragging you in deeper and deeper until you lose all control of life.

A Horrible Lullaby.

When I hear sirens I shudder to think who they are going for next, usually if it’s someone I know, they wouldn’t even waste there time with the sirens.

Memoirs start here.

In my world it was simple, people got sent to jail, they did drugs, smoked, drank, had sex, ran from home, ran from the cops, stole, fought, oh how I could just keep going on and on. In my world the people doing all of this are only 6^th graders at the least and colleague at the most.