![]() Hi, I'm Brittany. I'm 16 and in a semi-nice high school. The high school itself is really beautiful and really big but the people within it are total poo. I really enjoy the 5 friends that I have at my school and they're all considered my best friends. I lost my absolute best friend when I was a freshman last year to a boy that is a grade higher than us. I've known her since she moved from Michigan to Ohio, I was her first friend here and we've been that way since 3rd grade, obviously until 9th though. I still cry sometimes when I remember all the fun things we used to do and how she refuses to speak to me because her boyfriend told her she cannot have friends. She doesn't even talk to her family and that just killed me, her mom is the sweetest person and her older brother, Jimmy, is really sweet too. I still talk to them, I don't care what she would do or even her boyfriend because her mom and Jimmy are really nice and all though we aren't real family, I consider them my family too. I've known them for, 8 years now? I can't remember but they're really nice and I don't ever want to stop talking to them because of something Nykky or her boyfriend says. Her dad and older sister are really big ass holes. I hate them, therefore, I don't speak to them. They just have really bad attitudes and fight with everyone else all the time and it just isn't for me to fight stupid people. I myself have 2 older siblings and a younger brother. My mom was married once before marrying my dad. She had my brother, Sean, and sister, Heather, before meeting my dad and getting married to have me and my brother, Michael. I don't talk to my older brother but I do watch his twin kids a lot. He never sees them but when he does, brings them back to me after an hour or two. Courtney and Ryan, the twins, are 6 now but extremely annoying still. Their mom had a baby last February named Karson. He has the cutest blue eyes and he's such a happy baby. His teeth remind me of that cartoon, Spongebob Squarepants, maybe that's why they call him "Bu-bob". Last May or June, I got a call from children services regarding a friend that had been put into emergency foster care in the middle of the previous school year. Her name is Ariel and I hate her. She constantly copies off my style and the music I like. She says she has tons of friends yet, when she's hurting inside and needs a person to talk to they're never there. Some friends. We fight constantly and it's been almost a year since she moved in. She's gotten me arrested a lot but the first time was around the end of March when my sister, Heather, came home on leave from Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. My sister is a corrections officer in the army, if you don't know what a corrections officer is, I'll tell you. It's basically a prison guard. She works with a lot of terrorists but she's never been afraid. I've always been jealous of her, she's got this amazing talent with drawing, she's beautiful, she was a cheerleader, and she can have any guy she wants. I 'm pretty good at drawing and I guess I'm pretty. I've found a lot of things that I'm better at than her and she's still proud of me. I'm envious of her but she always tells me how jealous she is of me. Anyways, back to why I hate my foster sister. My sister allowed her to sleep in my bed. I have problems with other people in my bed as it was and to allow someone that has sex with multiple guys and then doesn't shower is my worst nightmare. I ended up screaming at my foster sister because she should've asked me, her only argument was "you were sleeping". Pft, whatever. Wake me up and ask me, don't ask someone who always leaves the house at night to party with her stupid friends, ask the owner of the room and bed. I was so mad at her that I almost blacked out and attacked her, but I ran upstairs and grabbed my coat, shoes, music, and a hat. I ran out of the house but had stubbed my toe on the way out of my room. I had grabbed tissues and a band-aid to stop the bleeding and had blood on my hands because I was too angry to wash them off. She had called the police and my dad didn't really notice until he had to come to the jail and bail me out. That wasn't the first time I would be arrested, but lets save those two for some other time on another day. As I write this, I realize this is like a story of its own but I want you guys to know who I am, I'm not asking for you to judge me but I want you to at least know me and where I come from in this insane asylum I call home. I plan on writing more in the future because I really enjoy it. I don't physically like writing as much as typing it but I have a really creative yet dark mind. I really hope to share some stories in the future and thank you to those who actually take time to read about the author of hopefully many future stories. I look forward to reading your stories and maybe becoming friends with some of you, I think it'd be nice. I have stuff to do now, so, I gotta jet. Peace. |