meet:

~ANGEL! 17

~ RYAN! (Mr Douche) 18

~ ZAC! 18

~ASHER!5 yrs old or 18

~ MIA! 18

~ Amber!18

~Liam! 18

LENA'S P.O.V

I woke up at the butt crack of dawn.

I find comfort in laughter, it really takes my mind off of the crappy life I'm living.

My immature attitude makes the horrible voices in my head shut up. Life's easier that way.

"Mom, I'm going now." I say to my mother who's lying on the couch, gazing at the ceiling. 

 "Grab me some pot could ya." she says searching for me blindly.

 "The only thing you could do right in this place."

 I sigh heavily.

It's obvious that she's started using again.

She's a drug addict. 

My dad wasn't around long enough-

I mean he left when I was a baby, she says he left for the army and died but we both know that's not what really happened.

It's not fair you know? 

Mom claims that I'm the reason why he left, that I made her ugly.

That I cried too hard.

"I'll have my boyfriend over later, I'd suggest you stay out of sight. If he hits on you I'll be beating on you." She cackles choking on her own saliva.

"Funny joke ma." I say faking a laugh just to appease her rubbing my bruised arm.

I honestly don't understand why everyone of her boyfriends even care to look at me, I'm not that much. 

Not an excuse for her to beat me up for it. 

Her hair's been falling out for years wonder why she thinks she's so beautiful.

Just a random thought.

 I know I know that's out of line but honestly, her vomit is dried up on her lips, grease stains from whenever yesterday was cover her brown (supposed to be white) shirt. 

She hasn't showered in 6 weeks and smells like crap. It's a horrible environment.

If I wasn't living here this house would have rats, sewage, pee on the floor and addicts everywhere. 

I don't care about her, stopped that the day I turned three. She tried to sell me for a bottle of Johnny Walker.

 Did not work though LIKE AT ALL.

 The guy she was dealing with actually felt bad for me said I was too young. 

She got mad and threw me down onto a heap of trash bags in an alley. 

It was fine though because I was a heap of trash.

 I broke my arm, she left me. Like a stupid dog, I returned "home" to find her on the floor choking on her own puke.

 All I felt that night was pain and sadness, not for me but for her, in as much as I wanted her to die I couldn't stand her piercing black eyes looking at me.

She was clearly suffering, I thought I'd stay to enjoy her suffering...

"Mom I'm going to school, I'm already running late." 

My phone makes a ding and I know Nisha's texting me, waiting by the school as usual. I grab my scarf and coat and walk out the door. 

The cool air brushes my face and I decide to take a deep breath and go to the boring building called school. 

I'm extremely close to it but it's safer to be there it's way less drama.

And can I just say just

Later

"Nisha"

 "Hmm?"

 "Nisha" I say more firmly.

"What?" she says almost colliding her face with her plate. 

It's so funny from this view.

"Stop drooling on my hand!" 

"Sorry, you need to loosen up."She answers defensively and pouts adorabley.

 I try not to roll my eyes and just sigh and say, "And you need to stop fantasizing about him." 

She shrinks back into her seat and starts poking her untouched meal her mouth being pulled into a pout.

 She's so helpless. 

My legs are bouncing up and down in anticipation I feel the rush of blood in the veins in my toes.

 What's taking him so long?

 "Rather you talk to him." I feel it coming, she's going to open her eyes till they fall out, choke on her saliva and hide in her over sized hoodie. 

And that's exactly what happened.

 I should be weirded out when shit like this happens but i get how she feels. 

But for a girl who's dated before she sure can be a train wreck.

"I am not going to talk to Mason."

 She says in a muffled tone.

 I roll my eyes again.

"Your eyes are going to fall out you know."

 How did she?

 "I know cause I'm your best friend."

 Ok, she's kinda good.

 "Come on it's our last year, you have to try." She shakes her hidden head and attempts no comeback.

 I just shrug smugly, "But he's coming over."

 I smile goofily as the brunette football captain comes over returning my grin. 

Yes, I told him and yes I am the bestest best friend in the world and yes she will be thanking me 20 years from now when their eighth kid graduates from high school. 

The guy's hot and all but he makes me feel gay. 

Is that normal? 

Well I think it is.

 She pulls her hood down and glares at me.

 Man if looks could kill, I'd be dying right now from diabetes. 

"Ah, there's that lovely face", I say when Nisha finally reveals herself. 

"Hi Nisha." Mason finally says shifting his foot from one position to another, "Uh h...hi" she stutters back.

 I am finding this so boring so, "Ok Nisha really likes you Mason like a lot a lot, and Mason likes you Nisha, so try not to make a baby in the cafeteria while I'm gone. And, Mason?"

I ask knowing that he knows what i know he knows, "Thanks for the wifi." 

And I walk out feeling satisfied with myself in the empty, freakin' deserted hallway but I just realized it's still lunch so I can't really go anywhere so I just head to my locker and grab my phone and connect to the wifi router Mason left for me.

 What? 

I don't give my service out for free much less my girl, Na uh boo boo kitty. 

Mama's got a price soooo....

i'ma get laaaazy.

Tik Tok, mama's home

Later

The cool spring breeze is so refreshing considering the BS day I just had. 

The wifi wasn't even working I mean come on. 

This school is so fridgin pathetic.

 "Can't even get the network going."

 I grumble as I walk to the swings and sit on the high one. 

I spot Nisha and Mason making out by the building, keep giggling then going back. 

It's so cute cause they look so amateur.

She finally waves to him and walks (runs) to me squealing before she makes it. 

I stand but she almost tackles me down ending with me falling onto the swing painfully. 

"Ow...Nish u need to calm down."

"You're being too loud." She finishes for me quoting Taylor herself.

 "Ok."

"I can already tell there's electricity going on there." I say dropping my imaginery glasses to the tip of my nose grinning.

 She won't stop giggling damn if she were a tomato she'd be considered a jalapeno right now. 

"Tell me everything." 

She smacks my lap and starts rambling, "So, he gave me his number and kept on telling me how much he liked me and now that we're official he will never stop peppering me with kisses...."

The swings...well the playground is where all the drama for us two happens. 

The swings are where we get our first kisses, this is where I played truth or dare in 7th grade, where Nisha and I met, where we sat when we were getting our exam results and cried, where we gossip, eat lunch etcetera. 

And today my baby girl is finally going to be with her crush isn't that adorable?

 Nisha's kind of a baby in my eyes, super cute and well kinda innocent for our age yeah. 

And well, she's happy almost all the time. 

Like sunshine even when it's frying some of us.

Global warming, it's real guys and I'm looking at it.