Part of me ~Editing What I Have~

Chapter 13: Part of Me

"This has to be a joke!?" I said to myself for the 100th time in my sleepless night.

Wait.

"GOOGLE!!!" I screeched at the top of my lungs probably waking up half the neighboorhood in the prosses.

How could I be such a nit wit to froget google search? Oh my god I swear I'm one of the most retarded people I know! Laptop, Laptop, Laptop, where the hell's my laptop?

OH MY GOD THERE IT IS. I was so excited I started to shake right there just from being so excitied. I was gushing with hope and spewing enthusiasim. But wow I'm stupid I mean google, C'mon.

When I searched up Jasmine O'Connor I got as google said 5,893,420 results in (0.38702 sec.)

I guess my baby sis made herself quite a name.

I scrolled down and the first link I saw was for wikipedia.

When I got to the page there was a picture of an exact older version of my baby sis! Exept there was one problem,right here it said she was a Canadian prostitute.

My baby sis is a prostitute in Canada?

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Canada, I gotta go all the way to that crazy igloo dwelling, beer and hockey loving, polar bear riding, weird speaking place where its probably like -20 every day?

HELL'S NAH!

But for Jasmine, or should I use the name I'm sure many lumber jack guys know her as 'Kitty Glitz'.

This was akward my baby sis was a prostitute and we are both 18 so its legal.

Oh yah I never menchioned that my baby sis is only 5 minuets younger then me but itts just those little minuts that count right?

Anyway I think it's all decided then. I'm going to Canada.

I flew up my stairs not even caring about falling down. I had to get a suite case all packed up all together.

I ripped open my dresser door and tossed a couple of shirts that 'would do' inside and then left my room faster then someone could say kitty glitz.

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As I reached Manhattan airport all I could think about was my little sister going around and fucking people for money. I could only imagine the type of crazy Canadians she got involved with and how much they paid her. How much she changed and how diffrent she is now then when I knew her as a small little inoccent girl. It seems like just yesterday she was being pulled away from me further and further, None expected her to get kidnapped though that was just not in the question.

"Flight 03758, to Toronto Ontario Canada you may begin to start boarding your flight." said the bleach blond flight attendant with way to much make up on. It's good to know sluts will be flying me over to meet my new found slut sister.

I stepped onto the flight realizing I was leaving everything behind to go and find my sister who probably won't even remember me and after this I probably wont even want to know her anymore.

I was leaving the gang behind I was leaving James behind Iw as leaving everything and everyone I loved behind, I was leaving my new found friends just to find this sister who won't eb=ven want to talk to me. 

I sat down on my seat thoughts still swirling through my head. I popped my headphones into my ears and hit shuffle. The first song that came on was A-Team by Ed Sharren. 

RIght then me, the girl who never cries, the girl as hard as rock, the girl with the gang and anger issues, currled up in a ball feeling like the smallest thing in the world and started to cry my eyes out because I knew A-Team was written about my sister and how she used to be in the best classes and one of the smartest kids ever and know she's a drug using prostitute and i think its all my fault