Alex' character is so fascinating I wanted to expand it and discover what made her who she was. Review please.
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"You call that drama? I call it reality tv."
Alex Nunez
Damn it. I am late again. I was planning on getting to class on time today and it would be nice to graduate high school and not have to be stuck in the hell hole I live in forever. Miraculously, it
wasn't actually my fault I was late today. My mom needed a little help getting out of bed so she could go to work today and I wasn't about to cost her the job she worked so hard to get just so I
could make it on time for school to start.
You wouldn't understand how hard it is getting a tired drunk out of bed after she's been wasted for 6 hours and it makes it more difficult when I myself hadn't gotten the sleep I would of wanted
because of the damn freshly opened scars on my body. It's revolting. I cannot believe I am writing in a journal. It really does help me deal, you know? It calms me down after an especially difficult
night. My oh so wonderful dad gave it to me as a 'good-bye' present before he ditched out on me and mom. You are obviously reading it because I was idiot enough to leave it where anybody could
find it.
I brought the drama on myself. I am sure of it. I have always been an oddball wanting to get in trouble just so that my parents would look at me long enough to punish me. I am proud of my
quick wit, although it has caused me a lot of problems.
You have no idea what I am talking about, do you?
It began back in 8th grade, while I was at Lakehurst. My dad left. He had flipped out after I brought a guy to my house. He's a bigot and my friend was black. He yelled some bad stuff at me, stuff I
am not likely to forget. I had to switch schools after that because my wonderful dad had rung up some credit card debt so we ran. No more nice food on the table and nice guys that my mom
found. I mean my dad wasn't nice but I think he loved me. At least that's why he said he did what he did, because he cared about me and he wanted me to change my ways. I had started hanging
out with the 'wrong crowd' even though they were a lot better than anybody else at Lakehurst. We were the outsiders, the damaged goods. It went downhill from there until the moment was right
and I turned my life around.
This is my story.