Wooo! I'm like, sooo happy! =) I hope this story comes out GREAT! I made the poem all by myself! And, NO this is NOT a one-shot. It's my PROLOGUE. I repeat, PROLOGUE. So, please, if you get confused with this, everything will make sense later on. It is not considered as chapter one. PROLOGUE=)! Okay, I'm going to be quiet now. Oh yeah, and if you don't like it, DON'T READ IT! =P

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Prologue

Hi. My name is Maria. Maria Kanellis to be exact. I have a good life. Well, I had a good life. Until he came along. I have a best friend. Her name; Eve Marie Torres. She's been there for me since…… I was about two years old. She and I work at a club, and a market. Our manager, Mr. Baker, is an ass. Excuse my language under aged people. Anyways, as I was saying, I met this guy. But I met this other guy. Then I met a guy I HATE. Then, I start to like him. Here's how my beginning of my PROLOGUE goes…

"I'm trying boy, I'm trying.

Hold your breath, because you might not make it through.

I know every time you see me I am crying,

But what am I supposed to do?

You cheated on me.

With her.

Boy, you better hold on to your words,

"I LOVE YOU."

Cause talk is cheap.

And remember me tonight when you're asleep.

Because a guy like you is impossible to find.

Boy, I'm falling for you. AGAIN.

Just throw everything away? Our love, trust, etc?

But it was good you did that.

So we can start all over.

We won't here a word people in our school say,

They don't know us well anyway.

It's so good to be by your side.

Tell me, trust me, LOVE ME.

Are you still with her?

Boy, I cried. I cried again.

You promised me you wouldn't make me cry.

It was better off like this anyway.

Cause you and me, are complicated. People don't understand how we met. Something like this,

Eyes locked, hearts beating, but you

Still with HER.

Now I'm a hooker. With a short black dress, and no panties underneath.

I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth.

Drunken the night away, all for a boy, all for you."