This is a fictional story. If the shoe seems to fit, go ahead and wear it.
I never was in track. I never had an abusive boyfriend. I never had any friends that are pregnant. I never go to parties. I am practically a homebody. I don't even have a car nor a license. I never lived up North. Renee' is a fictional character. She is not me. We may have the same hair color and height, but she is not me. I am not her.
I'm getting a little irritated with everyone trying to find something that is or isn't there. This is fiction. Complete fiction. There may be things that have happened somewhere to someone.
Just please, please, please leave me alone. I have been writing this story for about two years now. Almost. Writing is my passion. Whether I'm well at it or not. I would love to write what I wish without people getting so flustered about the contents.
Just get over yourselves. Please.
