I'm one of those people nobody likes. I was sent to a group home at the age of two months because I was a troubled child. My mom and dad were always either drunk or completely stoned. I admit, I had friends at the Davidson home. (Davidson was the name of the dude who founded it... His first name. Hehe) But anyone else, meaning the kids at school, hated me with a fiery burning passion.
The Davidson home was located near a cemtery. You heard me, a cemetery. That meant that at recess we got to go outside and talk to all the dead kids. There was a rumor that it was haunted. I thought that rumor was total bull.
Oops, how silly of me, I haven't introduced myself! The name's Jayma Williams. I had a twin sister named Alison. Don't you darecall her Ali. And, no, we don't dress the same. Though we did both like to wear bright colors.
The two of us were approximately six feet tall with long blonde hair. I always had mine pulled back in a ponytail, and her's was always down. My hair contained a cobalt blue streak going down the right side. Ali decided to go with red.
My best friend at the Davidson home was Ashley (I called her Ash). She was a short girl, but she was nice; always funny.
I had never ever thought my life was weird or unusual... Yeah, I was dead wrong.
It seemed like a very good/funny start. And I had good impression on Jayma. hahawq
it's good. i definitely want to read more.