Being a teenage girl just seems so hard. I thought so too, but then I grew up. Or more like, got recruited. Yeah, some bastard, who just so happens to be my best friend now, stole me away from my former life, forcing a horrific job upon me, after I left everything; my family, friends, and the boy I loved. This job though, it put me and my clothes in danger everyday. You have no idea how many times I have had to throw away a white top because some idiot decided he'd let his blood ooze out on me as I stabbed him with my most trusted friend. My knife.
I'm not even going to carry on, because I will end up getting onto the subject of how, John Cliffard (evil scientist) ate my kitkat. MY KITKAT!!! nobody eats my kitkat. Oh, you know what, if you want to know about my amazing adventure of a life, and how love ruined it, just read the damn bloody book.