My birthname's Sariah Amrosia Charlotte Gonzalez. I hung out with the wrong friends from day one and never had a good romodel with my mom being only 13 years older than me and always going clubbing whne she should be out looking for a job. I got caught when I was 16 and sentenced a month later to a juvenile correction camp in texas for a year and a half. I regretted letting my friends run while i stayed behind the minute the sirens turned the corner on taht rainy night. I geuss I should regrett everything but I don't. I mean, I did have an unlicensed gun with me and I did smash the windows of the house and try to rob the place. I would have gotten away with it if stupid Marcelo Reins, my ex boyfriend didn't call the cops on us too. But I did get caught and I did get charged for breaking and entering, attempted robbery and posession of an unlicensed and unregister weapon. I don't regrett that night though. If that night didn't happen than I wouldn't be happily married and living in a wonderful home with my 2 kids. I wouldn't be pregnant with my third child, I wouldn't be living a successful life with plenty of money and I would probably still live at my moms house at 28 with no job, no money, no kids, no boyfriend, nothing... I'm glad I was sentenced to 28 months at Camp Greenlake, as crooked and messed up as that may sound.
Okay so lets start. I'm gonna try to think like my 16 year old self again...one second... okay ready.
Lets start with a description. I had elbow length, auburn brown hair that I always kept straight and sleek. My skin was the natural creamy tan color everyone wanted because of my "dads" Italian roots. My eyes were a deep green and my skin was usaully always clear with the occasional dreaded pimple. I always held my chin high like I had more confidence and power than anybody. I had a huge ego and was a bit tall for my age. I knew how to climb and how to defend myself and how to fight. My reflexes were top knotch and my style was just like my friends, revealing and able to make all the guys drool. I always had the most up to date style from the money guys "Lended" me and from the money I stole from my moms underwear drawer. I wore alot of my moms clothes and was petite yet tall with long legs. My face was soft yet my eyes burned deep, reflecting how fierce and strong I was. I had a killer smirk and often when creating trouble wore baggy clothes and big sweat shirts. I was that girl everyone wanted to be with a secret heart of gold that made me think I was doing the right thing by letting my rotten friends go free while I went to Camp Green Lake...
*Readers, I am so sorry this is so short and akward but I barely had any time and this is my first fanfiction ever. I will of course update this story but will probably upload another or so Holes story. I hope you guys will read and review and love it too :)*
