"If I was a color," my sister's voice sounds unusually sultry. "I would be violet.""Why violet?" Tatiana asks."Because violet is a mysterious color and I have to say I'm full of mysteries." I never thought Mckayla could be so poetic, but then again she's high out of her mind, we all are.Tatiana giggles. "Then I guess I'm green.""Because you love the environment?" Kristen asks, laughing as well."Fuck the environment, I'm green because I'm full of envy. I'm practically the green eyed monster."We all turn our attention to Tatiana, we are looking at her with caution but then suddenly, Mckayla starts to laugh, so hard that she she falls back on her carpeted floor.The rest of us join in, rolling with Mckayla on the floor. I don't know what's so funny but we can't stop laughing. It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard?Nah, it's definitely the weed."I'm p

I have never been jealous before. I have always viewed jealousy as a pointless and useless emotion that only strokes the other person's ego. And I have actually never liked anyone enough to be jealous, except now. I had been more than annoyed with Mr Zukov's stupid buddy system when I found out that my partner was going to be the antichrist herself, Camila. But now that I am looking at Kristen with her partner, I resent it. While my partner is a bitchy dark haired she devil with blood red pointy fake nails, Kristen's partner is non other than Santiago freaking Monroe! With his tattoos and rugged good looks, Santiago is no doubt one of the hottest guys at our schools. His dark mood and antisocial behavior only solidifies his bad boy persona and as a teenage girl, I know how my fellow gender cannot resist that type. Girls are just suckers for guys who need to be saved and I fear Kristen may be no different. 

From an early age my father always made it a point to tell me that I am the prettiest and smartest girl in the world, a rare combination of beauty and brains, he always says. In his own way its probably a parenting technique, a way to ensure that his little girl has confidence. And since my father is rarely wrong, I have always been confident in myself and everything that I do. Unlike most girls, I'm not shy about embracing my beauty. If there's one thing that I learnt from my mother, it's that your looks can get you places, after all, she went from being a lowly secretary to being the wife of the big bad boss and all because my father couldn't help but fall for her charms and beauty.  And just like her, I'm not short on attention from the opposite sex. Even though I don't always acknowledge it, I notice the looks boys give me whenever I enter a room or walk past them. Some are disgusting, some are genuine but not one of them can hold a

The one downside about being hopelessly in love with someone is that you are willing to do anything for them, including jeopardizing your own mental health. I would know, I'm a wreck right now. I feel like I'm screaming and no one can hear because that's what depression feels like for me. And the worst part of feeling like this is that no one can help me because no one can ever understand how much it hurts. And I can't exactly make them understand because that would mean explaining to them that I'm in this current state because against my better judgement I decided to log into my social media accounts to check on the person I'm in love with who also happens to be my guidance counselor slash teacher who also happens to be very married. I don't know where I got the balls to stalk Mr Zukov on Instagram but I impulsively did and now I'm paying the price.  "You were doing so well." My mom is sitting on my bed, stroking m

I can't believe it, after years and years of living in crappy apartments owned by even crappier men (thanks a lot mom for your poor choice in partners), I'm living in a hotel and not just any hotel but a five star hotel! Well, this isn't a permanent situation, I know that but I try not to think about it. Or the fact that I basically abandoned my brother but in my defense I didn't exactly move out by choice, my mother kicked me out. It still baffles me that she did that, that my own mother could throw me out on the street like that. I have always known she was a shitty and weak excuse of a mother but I never thought she would blatantly choose a man over her own flesh and blood like that. But that's life, some get shitty parents and some get the best.And Mckayla certainly got the best because her dad has been nothing but a gentleman to me. I can't say this is what I was expecting when I took a chance and called him in my time of need but not only did he come for me, but he didn't ask