Monday, September 17

   It's been six days since I saw the symbol. I can't believe I saw it. I've asked around, but nobody knows what it stands for. I'm literally out of my mind because I want to know what it means.

   I saw it at my friend's house. Like always, we were in her garage smoking Crank.

   You know when you look in light, you see bright colors? Well, I saw this in red and orange bright light: الله. I didn't know if it was just because of the Crank or what. I then suddenly wanted to stop smoking. There was like this higher thing telling me to stop. I couldn't because I was already high.

   My name is Beth McAdams. I'm fourteen and have blond hair that's dyed in black, red, and purple. My eyes are blue, but you can't notice them since I put think black eyeliner on. My lips are usually purple or red.

   I wear all black and red, just like my friends. I'm an athiest. God doesn't exist and I hate religion.

   At McKinley High, I hang out with the stoners, obviously. I've been hooked on Meth ever since seventh grade. I've never really felt bad about it until I saw the symbol.

   My life is okay. It could be better, but it doesn't matter. There's no hope for me. I'm gonna end up being a hobo, unless I crash at a friend's apartment.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong beginning to the story. You came out strong in the story. Create a strong character and reason for the story. I like how you described her life. You have my attention. I will keep reading. A excellent chapter.
Coyote