Hi my name was Angel I was 17. my mom's name is Jenna and my dad's name is Jack. If you are reading this it means I'm dead this is my story if you don't mined reading.  

I'll start with the beginning of high school. They said I would be fine I want a smart kid in grade school and I hung out with all the popular kid's but my mom got a new job so we had to move to this run down town called Tiki, It was in the middle of nowhere.

The house was really big but when we walked in it was all run down to mom said we could do what ever we wanted it was like a blank page like me a blank page I have a new beginning all my secrets behind me. All was good until December 5 my brother got in a motorcycle accident the teacher told me at the back of the classroom I started crying I ran out. The hospital was 10 miles from the high school I ran the whole way to the hospital I was the first one there and I never left his side after 17 long days in the hospital Mike died it felt like a piece of me died a piece I could never get back. That's when I started at first it was just one but after it was like I couldn't stop it was a relief.

I don't think it could do any harm I was wrong. I got a piercing I got a hip anchor and I already had a nose piercing plus my whole ear. Then I bought every color possible of skinny jeans and I got every color of convers to mix and match I also got 2 pars of white vans to design. Later at home I started designing my vans with lyrics from all my new favorite bands I got a idea I painted my room black with this old black paint I found in the basement then I let it dry for a hour or two then in neon marker I started writing lyrics and drawing the devil  signs and numbers after I was done it looked so cool then I took a black       light marker and added more I took out the light in my room and put in a black light and bought a black light lamp I turned on the light and lamp and shut the curtains on my window.

My room was finally finished it looked so cool the next day I had to go to school I put on a black shirt.

With a baby blue and a red conver they matched my shirt I died my hair black. I teased my hair and left for school after my brothers death I got left his motorcycle it was black. I    drove it to school I walked to my locker 46B at Bolivia secondary school. I put my stuff in my locker and walked into my first class it was art I was always great at art. The first class and I was already late I didn't care because it had been awhile since I was in the school everyone started looking at me...