As I sat in the bar, surrounded by drunk middle aged men admiring my boobs. I gave out a sigh, I'm not sure if the sigh was to mean that I was bored or if it was because I was annoyed at myself. Annoyed that I made myself like this-surrounded by pathetic drunks, and getting wasted over cheap bear and vodka.
I decided I had enough, nothing was happening that was worth staying for. So, I walked home, well…stumbled.
My head seemed to be all over the place. Memories of before flashed through my mind. If only my life would be like that again, full of smiles, laughter and friendship. Only last year I had all of those. A great bunch of friends and not a care in the world!But then things took at turn for the worst and my parents, Renee and Charlie disappeared. All we know is that they were taken away in a Volkswagen Rabbit, and they never came back. Due to this, I was passed on to a druggy couple- James and Victoria, as they were the only family we could find who lived in state. They didn't really care about me, but were unfortunately stuck with me. Although, I'm never in the house anyways, so I guess not much has changed for them.
Before I went inside my so called home, I pulled out a cigarette to clear my head a little. After the accident, I made many bad habits. I guess you could say I'm nothing like I was like before. I used to be happy, fun, caring, loving, smart, now I'm miserable, moody and pathetic. But what's the point, I have nothing to live for!
Of course I had to move from where I lived- Phoenix, Arizona to Forks, Washington; The smallest, coldest and most miserable place I have ever been! With a population of only 3120.
James and Victoria never bothered getting me a place at school, so I haven't got any friends, or social life. When I moved here, I practically left my life and soul in Phoenix.
I wish someone could help me through this mess…