TWISTED
Chapter 1
This story was on , but no one's paying attention to it, so I decided to take my chances on here.
My life... is pretty fucked up. My name is Carlena Joel. I'm the type of dog you'd think would be loyal to the cops. But now, I run from them. But you wanna know why? Well, let's just start in the beginning. After my father left my mom, me and my little brother, I was kind of an unruly little bitch. I kept blaming my mom for their divorce and didn't do anything she wanted. Let's say I'm not the german shepherd you'd want at the police station. When I was the equivalence of a 15-year old human, I started a band named Twisted with a doberman named Joe Browne. I had the hots for him in like forever. Then, there was Joey Easton. She was a samoyed that had a huge crush on me. Well, I... didn't swing that way. Never. And finally, there's her girlfriend, Talya Brooklynne. She is a border collie and a REAL bitch to me. She's just that way because she's jealous, thinking I'm in love with Joey. Again, straight! I don't like girls! But let's go back to that one fateful day that almost took my life, therefore changing it.
It was May 9, 2012. I was up in my room with a black shirt and blue jeans on. The shirt had grey vines on it. I lie on my belly with my CD player up full bast to Third Eye Blind. I was writing in my food journal while I kicked my bare feet back and forth in the air. One foot always went an opposite way than the other. I didn't know how, but I never got tired of doing it.
"CARLENA ELIZABETH JOEL!" mom shouted from downstairs.
So, I ran downstairs. She always yells at me. It pissed me off.
"What do you want!" I shouted.
"I yelled for an hour!" mom shouted.
"Mom, I had my fucking CD player up!" I shouted.
"You better watch your mouth!" mom shouted.
"Dammit! Bitch! Motherfucker! Asshole! Shit! Bastard!" I shouted.
"You're grounded!" mom shouted.
"You honestly think that is gonna work?" I asked. "Watch me do what I want!"
"You can't do what you want when the breaker's off." mom said.
"I can just turn it back on." I said.
"Right." said mom. "Where's the key?"
"Under your pillow." I said.
"Not anymore." said mom.
"That's not fair!" I whined.
"Take out the fucking trash!" said mom.
"But-"
"I'll bloody your mouth if not!" mom shouted.
"Fine, bitch!" I said.