In Fates Hands

I have never given the slightest thought on how I was going to live my life.
Some say that it's not a choice.That you just live and die, and there is no point in trying.
Others say that you need to fight for your place in life.
That you can't spend your days living on hand outs.
I found out that day what life meant to me. Ha, fortunately that was the day I died.

*3 months ago*

Oh, for god sake....can you be ANY slower? I thought as I sat there watching my dim witted friend decide on what to get out of the vending machine. A fu**ing vending machine! It was like she was struggling with a life or death situation. "Hmmm...should I get something sweet? or sour?" She asked me.

"I really don't care Shlee! Can we hurry this up? I mean it's only candy..." My voice trailed off. I knew she wasn't listening to me. She was always like this. over thinking everything. It was rather funny somethings, with the things she came up with. But when it came to selecting something out of this damned vending thing...

This was the reason why lunch seemed to be only five minutes. Standing there waiting for her to get something for almost twenty minutes everyday got old fast.
"Hey? today would be nice you know?" I said as
I walked up and started pushing random buttons on the candy machine.

"Mmmm...looks like a Carmelo it is."
"Hey! I was going to get Skittles!" She said mad now.
"Well why the hell didn't you get them like an hour ago?" I said rolling my eyes.
"Because I also wanted to get the Snickers..." She replied. "They both looked good."

This is how it was with Ashley. She would do anything for you, but she was dumber then hell at times.
We walked to are usually hang out at lunch. Between the main doors of our school. My school was a pretty okay. I had to admit the people here were stupid, but then again anywhere else I would go I would find someone as equally retarded.

Walking through the first set of doors I saw my other friends. Keisha, and Olivia.
"Where the hell have you two been?" I heard Olivia remark with her usual sarcastic tone. She was a natural red head, and natural I meant she got pissed off easily. And when she was pissed, she didn't stop until someone paid the price. "Waiting for Shlee to get a candy bar," I said looking at them. "For 10 minutes?"
Keisha said.

Keisha and I were the best of friends. Ever since the second grade to be right. Shit...the bitch could get anyone she wanted. She was beautiful. And she knew it. She also knew she can pull off the hole rocker girl get up and not get labeled a freak at my school. (most of the people here are hicks...so we kinda stand out) She has had darker brown hair that shone an almost red in the sun. She had her bangs cut and dyed blond, she also had a perfect body to go along with it all.

But the thing that was most amazing about her was her eyes. A deep rich lime green color, that when they were in the right angle of the sun they seemed to shine. Although she was one of the prettiest people at my school. She attracted the weirdest freaks I'd ever seen. I mean this one kid I swear to god was Bigfoot. He was so damn tall! (Not that I'm short) and he had this big a** gap between his teeth that I swear was a miniature sized Grand Canyon.

And this other kid had hair down to his a** and would just randomly freak out over nothing. I personally think that when a guys hair is about twice as long as their girlfriends...it's time to get a fu**ing haircut.

Anyway, that was Keisha for ya...and me? What's there to say? I got shorter blond hair with black peek-a-boos on the sides. I spike the back of my hair up, and that gets me labeled by my grandma "the porky pine" My hair has a bunch of layers in it that make it look hella awesome (I like my hair if ya didn't notice) I have blue eyes. I'm not the skinniest person out there, but I'm not the fattest either. But if you say I was skinny. I'd say you were stupid. I like eyeliner. I think it looks cool on me okay? I'm sure as hell ain't emo though.

Oh, and the names Bree, and this is my story...if you don't like it write your own~