I suppose you could call me a sinking ship. In a way I suppose I am only much slower… three years slower.

My parents' constant arguing and my father's worsening depression ruined our Christmas in 2009. My mother left town for a funeral, just as the break up was in full swing. My father made threats; said he wanted to take me with him to Colombia and we would disappear, no one would find us.

Of course my brother didn't allow that. My father's suicidal rants when he was drunk ruined our Christmas but I could never tell him that. I meant too much to him and it would break his heart. Around this time I made friends with a boy. Not the boy but, you know, we're all naive in high school.

Tony was the aforementioned "a boy." I had known him since kindergarten; it wasn't until the 10th grade that he actually became my best friend. We were closer than close. We weren't nice to each other but I was okay with that because I was just one of the boys.

Sports ran my life. They were part of what kept me from sinking deeper into my own depression. Running was the best thing. It cleared my thoughts and for those twelve seconds all I had to think about was being fast.

It wasn't until after the divorce of my parents that I found myself truly alone. Unfortunately, Tony fell head over heels for Abby. Abby, to me, was nothing but a mean girl with killer confidence. She was a cheerleader, go figure. Tony, was a skater who listened to metal and was a starter on the basketball team (odd mix isn't it). It didn't take very long for them to fall in love, they got engaged... I had to find out through Facebook can you believe that?

After that I instantly knew I had lost my best friend. I felt abandoned but I tried not to think about it. Senior year and no one close enough for me to relate to... but I'm sure I'll get through it, right?

Well, my 18th birthday was just last week. March 11th, Pisces... I suppose that explains why I live with my head in the clouds, even if those clouds are gloomy. But even with grey fog clouding my vision, a girl's gotta dream.

Which is why I've scheduled a big surprise for my niece's birthday party... a visit from the Jonas Brothers. I thought about this for a while. I knew she loved them... after all I am the one who got her into them in the first place. So, hey, maybe it was a selfish gift, sue me.

I am a highschool student so I don't have a lot of money but what I do have is a college fund waiting to be used. I didn't take the SAT so I didn't qualify for a real university instead I was stuck at a community college. Seeing as how I wouldn't be paying as much as I originally expected, I figured I could use that money to pay for their appearance.

Reckless and frivolous spending? You bet. But, I'm 18 and I've never been reckless, call this my rite of passage.

Hey readers and potential friends. This is my story which I had originally posted on JBFA but the website has been down for months and I'm not done writing so I figured I'd transfer it over.

Please bear with me since I started this about 5 years ago and my writing left some things to be desired. I am going to be proofreading and adjusting some bits but I'm so far in that most of the story line is set. But please let me know your thoughts, and what you think I can do to improve this story.