Prologue
Sitting
comfortable, beside the glass window with the sunlight beaming through it and
hit my water glass, which created a smoothed tiny rainbow. I slowly looked up at
the open field of my backyard�
Alright let�s stop this sappy � sappy talk right now. Not because I hate,
let say� I�m tired of it okay? It�s SO 1997! Like that innocent angel look
of Clay�s face. That�s
SO Nick Carter in 1996! Anyways,
here�s the read deal where I�m at. I�m basically sitting outside on my
patio, with a glass of iced tea next to me; the music blasting off my radio; the
beach in my vision field and basically working on my tan while writing this shit.
Yeah you must think that I�m at a super high tech 5 Stars condo kind and
somewhere in California, Cuba, Jamaica or even Bermuda, but ya guess wrong!
I�m actually living in a house, but let�s call it a mansion shall we? With
some of my best friends Karlie, Lee, Tilky, Andrew and my lovely hubby Greggy!
Sorry Greg made me wrote that or I get my Naked Angel�s buff buns in the solar
heated pool and believe me� I don�t like it! Heck if it happen to you more
that 20 times� it start to get on your nerves!
Anyways, we been living� I mean I been staying here (is more proper) with them
for the last 3 years, since I was 18. I had other best friends such as Maria
(she�s my home girl), TJ, Dasha, Bekah, Lissy, Clay, Erika, Tiff, Mich and
Ryan� just to name a few, but they live at a different houses and apartments
from us. Only a few blocks away though. And oh yeah! How can I forgot this guy?
There�s Steve who lived with us also for a few months now and basically�
we�re sharing the same bed and room cause he doesn�t have a room for himself
or may I say he�s LAZY to have a room for himself. Heck we have other free
rooms around the household, but I NEVER get the fact why he wanna wound up the
night with me! And no don�t think dirty or horny alright!
Anyways he�s my bad ass hommy, the best and your typical bad boy who doesn�t
give a shit what other people think about him and what he do and that�s what I
like the best about this guy. In fact my crew said that I act like him. They
even said that we�re a perfect match, cause we�re both hot-temper,
hard-headed, could start a fight easily and have an attitude problem. We�re
also the kind to be protective of those we love and care, not to mention
generous, helpful, honest, caring, funny, CRAZY and WILD kind. I mean yet right
like we gonna match up! But in a real deal, gotta love him!
I haven�t plan to stay with them or even to Florida with my 6 others roommates
since the beginning. It started off by a simple summer vacation, friends meet
friends, girls meet guys, vice versa, partying and all that, ya know? And since
they saw how I acted like shit and wild; how I ALWAYS get into authority
problems and how they ALWAYS have to bail me out of the police stations; what I
was on and what been going to through my body inside and out; where I was late
at night and I been doing at that time. They knew that there was something
wrong; how fuck up I was and how much my acts had changes ever since I started
to hang with a totally different crowd during the summer. From that VERY day,
NONE of them wouldn�t let me out of their sight. If I wanna go somewhere, I
have to be follow. If I wanna go and take a fresh air, I have to accompany. For
God sake I can�t even go and shit in peace! It�s like having a bodyguards
24/7 and now I know how Princess Diana felt! GEESH!
But heck I�ll tell you guys what the problem were and why I had change, beside
the whole crow changing scene. Cause I don�t wanna mess the WHOLE story up and
left you guys out of interest. Cause everything will be on this first page and
beside it will be like giving the whole mother fucking punch of the freaking
story if ya freaking know what I mean.
Oh forgot to mention that I�m known as Buffy by the way. It�s not actually
my real name. Not the fact that I hate or somethang like that� it�s more
that the name doesn�t suit me. "Angela" or "Angel" - Whoa! A name that doesn't live up to the fragile look my namesake implies.
Anyways� yeah I�m here to talk about pathetic life and I know I�m gonna
bored the living shit out of your guys, but heck can ya blame if I wanna shared
my asshole life and what I had been going trough in the past? I know that some
of you�ll care and some don�t, but I do know that fact that there�s a lot
of teens and pre-teens going to a VERY asshole hard stage while growing up. Such
as school, peer pressure, try to figure who you REALLY are and where ya belong
and all that shit, right?
And they�ll do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to get out of it. Such as smoking,
drinking, drugs, quitting school, hanging with the wrong crow, being anorexic
and bulimic and just to name a few. Or how about the fact that someone in your
past or present beat the living shit out of you till ya get unconscious and
it�s someone you know who do that shit? You can even replace that beating to
rape also if ya know what I mean�
Any sound familiar? Well for me it is. I went through all those mother fucking
shit and believe me� there�s NO good side to it. NONE! I know that I sound
REALLY rude and how unfriendly I am, but deep down I�m a caring person who
loves to help people. Despise the fact on how REALLY bad I talk and heck�
I�m working on this.
Anyways, so the REAL deal for me to talk to you about my life story, is to show
you guys that� if you or someone you know is in that sort of situation I went
through, either I named it or not� there�s ALWAYS a way to get out of it and
make your life a better living�