traumatized.

introduction.

The 6 of us sat on a circular table after school with some seniors near us. My friends, Ashira, a Moroccan immigrant with a great smile, Derek, a charming yet pessimistic young male, Sierra, the school slut— who still manages to balance my relationship with her somehow, Jack, our gay best friend who isn't afraid to say what he has to say, and Calla, a quiet, shy gal but also an outgoing girl. Then there's me— Livana. Now I like to identify myself as a brunette, blue eyed, freckled little bitch. Or aka, Sierra, but just more stable, able to have a better sense of fashion, and— oh yeah! being able to not be a fucking whore.
We were know as "Flaws Without Laws", or as we liked to call it "Bitches who label groups because they're insecure and pathetic as shit". But, we did have our flaws, that's something no one can deny. We've had our ups and downs— mostly downs. But we strain against all that. We were always together.
Until one day, when everything screwed up and each of us never spoke again, not even a peep. You must think I'm exaggerating but, I'm not.
It's just reality, and it was only the beginning.