I was once again dragged off to the mall by my best friend. I hate the mall and at the moment I hate Lissa. Lissa is my best friend but over the last year she has changed. She went from the sweet, caring and reliable friend, to the mean, stuck up type in 2 seconds. She knows that I hate the mall too, because I'm a bit claustrophobic but she has dragged me here today regardless. We are meeting the 5th boyfriend that she has had this week. Joy. Note the sarcasm. I bet you ten dollars that after she has finished locking lips with him, I will get dragged off with the two of them to the local club. At the club my drink will get spiked, boys will harass me and when I go outside, someone will try to sell me drugs of smokes. Wanna place that bet? Didn't think so. That is exactly what happened too. I hate going to clubs and most people know it. I was ready to leave the minuet we got there. Problem I can't. You see I don't own a car yes that is right, you didn't hear, read or see wrong. I don't think I need a car so I don't have one simple. The problem with that is that Lissa drives me everywhere so I can't go till she is ready. I decided I needed a lift and called up my mum.
"Hi you have reached Ms Martinez. Please leave a message and I will get back to you soon. "
Damn voicemail. My house is only about 10 blocks away so I decided to walk. As I turn around to leave a cold, hard hand grabs my shoulder. I turned around to find myself face to face with my ex, Dylan. "Don't leave Maxie, I love you". It would have been sweet if he wasn't my ex or drunk as a skunk." leave me alone Dylan" I screamed at him. I threw his hand off my shoulder and started to walk. I pulled out my phone and dialled my sister Ella's number. She picked up on the third ring, "Ella, we need to talk".