Disclaimer: not mine.
My name's Grace. Yeah, yeah, pretty name.
Why do guys say that like they're the first to think of it?
Favourite things: boys, having fun, more boys.
Not so favourite: the smell of gas stations, lame home towns, prissy big sisters.
I'm serious. Everyone's all, Bella's so smart, Bella's so gorgeous, Bella always does the right thing. If they lived with her they'd know what a fucking self righteous witch she can be. I notice Daddy left her alone at the pumps as much as I did. Not that Daddy got blamed for it, oh no.
I had places to go, anyway. I'm fun, and people like hanging out with me. Bella? ..not so much.
It's funny; she got out of New Rawley and I'm still here. Not for long though. I'll be out of this hole.
She got out first 'cause she's older. And she got to indulge her self sacrificial urges again. She left with Will, last week. Oh God, Willie Krudsky, you must know him. He's been around all our lives. He is such a user.
No, not that kind of user. He uses people. He puts on this poor little me how will I ever cope? act, and people pile in and bail him out. God, he's six foot tall and freakishly brainy. He doesn't need that much support.
Bella has zero experience with boys. She falls for every line he spins.
So, now she's gone to find a job near his campus to support him through college. One thing, I'm not sure even higher education could make Will more condescending. I know how this will end. I've read The First Wive's Club.
Me? I'm having fun. I'm not worried.
Stupid Bella.
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