Carmelita's P.O.V
I've been in 3 foster homes. At this point I kinda gave up on everything. Nothing really matters to me. I have no siblings. I have 2 foster dads. Cool, right? Not really because I get called the foster kid of 2 fags. Rude people, right? I needed an escape of life so I actually have one now. I drink and party every night. I'm only 17. I turn 18 in December. It's currently August. School starts soon. I'm young yeah I know. But, taking risks are good too. I think. Life isn't something worth remembering shit about. It sucks.
I have a bestfriend. His name is Jackson. If I'm being honest. He's actually kind of hot. I've been inlove with him for a while now. But, he has a girlfriend and he's happy with her. I have to respect that. He's the only person I actually really have. Jackson is a bit of a stoner so am I. Not too much of a big of a deal. You never want to see him angry when he's drunk. Other than that he's like a goddess.
I'm not one of those emo bitches. Nothing like them actually. I've been labeled many things. But never emo. Not going to happen. I'm currently labeled as the badass of the school. I mean I'm not anything like those stuck up popular bitches. I'm like the jock dickheads. But, a girl version. I wish I was able to fix that too. But I guess it's okay, I guess.
I'm trying to figure out who killed my parents in year 07' It is a lot of hard work so far but I'm willing to try my hardest to find their killer and get revenge. Everyone thinks that it was a suicide. I know that it wasn't. The evidence they had wasn't good enough. I couldn't testify. It put me at risk because I knew too much. And people would've came for me.
But, I know that it wasn't. I was about 10 years old when it happened. It was around 8pm and my parents were making dinner. A loud bang came from the door. My dad went to the door and opened it. A guy with a mask on held out his gun and shot him. I ran into the kitchen cabinet. I was small enough too. He walked to my mom and shot her too. I held my mouth so that was I couldn't cry too loud. I cried softly. I waited till the scary man left and then I came out the cabinet and ran to the telephone and called the cops.
I shall find their killer sooner or later. Even if that means me becoming the killer.
