My life has been an adventure in itself. I have been through so much and hell has felt like it has crashed upon me. There isn't much that hurts me, but every time one word comes up in my life, I could just blow up.
Racism.
I mean, I have no problem with my race. The only thing that really peeves me off is the fact that whenever I walk around, like, when I'm shopping or such, the people look at me like I shouldn't be any other color than white. I've even had certain ex-white friends of mine tape crosses on my door with fires pasted on them.
It's been rough.
But for some reason, I didn't even think before I met my soul mate that something worse could happen to me. Something that would change my life. Something that I didn't want to happen, but would change my life for the better.
Meeting Lance.
Well, I actually met Lance before, we went to school together, but what not many people know about him is that he was one of those "frat white boys". He's like someone on the street that would look at me like I was some ignorant half nigger, half Puerto Rican girl I am. I swear sometimes he wanted to spit in my face during high school. But then, he left to join that all American white boy band, *NSYNC. I was thankful of no stares from him while I was walking through the halls of my high school.
But everything changed, at a concert.