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I hate my life. I fucking hate my life. Why do bad things happen to good people? What the actual fuck could I have done that was so bad to deserve this? Hmm? I was just minding my own business, not hurting anyone. Then, little miss wanna-be witch bitch and her fucking friends come and knock me the out. Of fucking course. They couldn't even make it an even fight. Oh! And, they supposedly used magic to knock me out! So, they're cowards! Great! They couldn't even knock me out fair-and-square! If you're gonna knock out, the very fucking least you can is to do it the right way! I mean, c'mon, they didn't even give me a chance! But hold on, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back a little, shall we?
OK. So, this is kind of a cliche as hell "Hi, my name is blah blah blah, and this is my story." moment, but Imma just take this time to give you a little insider of my shitty predicament since, I mean, you're pretty fucking clueless at the moment. Anyway. So, here's what was going on before Sabrina the wanna-be witch fucking kidnapped me. I didn't even want to come to New Orleans. But my "mother" wanted to go on vacation with her new boyfriend and, of course, chose him over me. Of course. Mother of the year, am I right? But this isn't new, the whole putting - whatever - dick - is - currently - in - you - over - your - own - frickin - kid thing. This is a common occurrence.
Wait a minute. What was I talking about? Hold up. Give me a minute…Oh, yes! Sorry, got a little off track. Anyway, so my mother wanted to go on vacation with her new slimeball of a boyfriend but D.H.S. has been riding her ass for the past couple of months,I guess. Apparently, someone filed a report against her or something. Hell if I know. It was probs just one of her ex slimeball boyfriends trying to get back at her. Anyway, D.H.S. wouldn't let her let me live by myself till she got back. It's like child neglect or whatever. Anyway, (Jesus, I say "anyway" alot) so I guess my mother had a sister who lives in New Orleans, so she just sent me to go live with her while she was vacation.
So, yeah, that's why I'm in New Orleans in the first place. I would've of much rather lived by myself. I mean, hell, I practically live by myself anyways. If you haven't gotten the picture yet, my mother's a whore so even when she is home, she's too busy sucking dick to take care of me. Anyways. Long story short, her sister is fucking terrible too. Jee, I can see the resemblance, can't you? Not only is her sister a whore herself, she's also an alcoholic! Yay! 2 for 1! Go me! I really hit the fucking jackpot!
?Don't cha wish your life was as shitty like mine? Don't cha? ?Don't cha wish your mom was slutty like mine? Don't cha? ?Don't cha wish your aunt was as fucking drunk like mine? ?Don't cha?
Back to the story. I hadn't even been in New Orleans for a full freaking week before Sophie, the wicked witch of the west, kidnapped me! As said before, my aunt's an alcoholic, so being drunk off her ass is her norm. There's something you should know about me, nothing too big, just a little side note. You see, I, uh, well, I… FUCKING HATE DRUNK PEOPLE. A person. Who hates drunk people. In New Orleans. Just. Great. Fucking. Fantastic. However, I decided being in a small house with one drunk person is worse than being in an open area, like an open street, filled with only a couple drunk people. Out on a street, an open area, I can avoid the drunks. Being in a so-small-that-it's-sad house, it's a little harder to avoid the drunk. So, that explains why I was wondering around New Orleans.
I met Sophie and her sister, Jane-Anne, the third day I was in New Orleans when I made the terrible decision to go to the restaurant they worked at. In my defense, I was hungry and I just wanted some frickin food. Now that I've thought about it, yeah, I kind of should've realized something was up. Looking back, I do remember them glancing at me a lot, but I just figured they were checking to see how I was doing, if I needed anything because, you know, I was a customer. I also do remember seeing them whispering alot too, but when I first walked in, they introduced themselves and told me they were sisters. So, I just brushed it off because I figured that's what sisters do.
Wrong! I was so fucking wrong! They weren't glancing at me to see if I was enjoying the food and service! They weren't whispering to each other "oh, because that's what sisters do, they whisper and share secrets, blah blah blah! " THEY WERE GLANCING AT ME AND WHISPERING BECAUSE THEY WERE PLANNING TO LITERALLY KIDNAP ME! They were literally planning to use their magic to completely ruin my moped's engine, knock me out with magical dust, and hold me hostage. BUT IT GETS WORSE!
Oh, yeah! Then, because as if KIDNAPPING ME isn't bad enough, they then tell me that they're witches, that werewolves are real, and that we live in a world secretly filled with vampires, which are apparently also real. BUT I'M STILL NOT FINISHED! When I basically asked why were they doing this to me, of all people, they proceeded to tell that I am the supposed daughter of some big and almighty powerful vampire and that they were going to use me to get him to basically do their dirty work. Yaaay. Again, totally won that jackpot, didn't I? So, this is where we are now, ladies and gents. Me, currently being held captive by PSYCHOPATHS. And this, my friends, is why I hate my life.