Love and Hate

|| Kari’s P.O.V. ||

There are four of us in my group of friends. We’re not exactly what one would call normal. In fact- we’re far from it. We’re the kind of kids at school who people are afraid to talk too. Not the popular preppy girls, oh no. I would die before I became one of them. We’re the freaks. And we simply are- amazing.

We’re considered the freaks because not one of us is really like the other, other then Roze and I. Other then the fact we all like piercing to some extent.

Adaline’s the oldest of us, long hair, dyed black and pink and pretty curly- blue eyes. Then she has snake-bites, and her eye-brow, ears, and septum are pierced. She’s graduating this year from school; I swear I’m not going to survive high school without her. She’s sweet, and I seriously mean sweet. She will sugar coat the most gruesome stories.

But I’ll still have Rozelyn, with her natural curly red hair, with the long purple streak dyed threw it. A joke Adaline and I played on her forever ago, and it stuck. She’s seventeen, a year older then me, but not as many piercing as me. Her eyebrow, nose, ears and right side of her lip are done. Brown eyes, she’s a cutie, but seriously, don’t let it fool you. She’s brutally honest. Always.

Then there’s me, I’m probably the scariest of us all and the second youngest at sixteen. I dyed my hair black and green, pierced my eye-brow, nose, tongue, Monroe, snake-bites, all up my ears, my belly button, and the back of my neck. I’m still trying to find somewhere else to stick a needle. Expect for my neck and tongue, I did all my piercings myself. My eyes are green too, darker then the lime colour in my hair, but always covered in dark liner. I look like what I am. A complete bitch.

Then we have… Felicia. How do I explain her? Slut. Simple! The only abnormal thing on her body is the orange streak we forced in her brown hair. (You really can’t blame me for doing it to her, it was something we all decided to do! Have at least one, not normal colour in our hair. Not my fault she got chicken after we did Roze’s in her sleep.) Anyways, Felicia, she’s our fifteen year old bestie. Gotta love her. Sometimes.

The four of us grew up together in boring old St. Clair Shores, Michigan. On this street called Raymond. We were best friends since we were really small, and we haven’t strayed much from that fact expect on one little thing. Boys.
I guess we’re lucky in the fact that none of us go for the same guys. Adaline likes the dark haired tattooed ones. Rozelyn likes the innocent looking cute ones. Felicia likes anything with a dick. And I think likes is so much better without fucking boys. No pun intended.

Yanno, boys are what started this whole mess. Not just any boys though. But four certainly stupid, obnoxious, idiotic, pestering boys ruined this. Quinn, Dan, Jeph, and Bert. And really, this is mostly Dan and Felicia’s fault. Fucking Dan. Fucking Felicia and Dan!

Yeah, Felicia’s part of this too. Felicia is Quinn’s younger sister. And we went a lot of time over at the Allmen’s house. It was the biggest and always empty. We hardly ever saw Quinn until… well… I guess I’ll start the real story here.

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“Felicia! Where’d the pop go?” Rozelyn yelled from the kitchen. Rozelyn had an addiction to pop. Well, not pop really, but an addiction to caffeine in general. It was kind of sad really.

“In the fridge! Bottom self behind the fruit. Mom had to hide it from Quinn’s stupid band ever since they changed drummers and started practicing in the basement.” She explained to us. She mentioned the band at least one a week to assure us they haven’t changed, since none of us have heard about them in ages.

But it was always the same, at least, what Felicia told us. In the four years the band has been together- they haven’t gotten any better.

“Does Quinn even exist anymore? I mean, we only ever hear about him. We haven’t seen him once since ya’ll moved off of Raymond.” Rozelyn asked, plopping herself on the couch next to me as she opened her Faygo Root beer.

Okay, paused again. So, I said before we grew up together on Raymond, which was true- at first. But when I was six, my parents died… I… I don’t remember how. I was sent to foster care and by the time I was eight and all the papers were finally signed, I was officially adopted by Adaline’s parents. Though, I got to keep my own name.

Then, five years ago, Felicia's parents won the lottery and now… BAM! Mansion. No Quinn. And thus, earth was created. Kinda.

“Yes, but now we don’t have to see the fuck faced wanna be punk rock band artist.”

“Felicia Rose! That was totally uncalled for! Just wait until I tell mom.” We heard a voice from the doorway and all of us turned our heads to it.

Felicia jumped from the couch and glared daggers into none other then Quinn, the rest of us were in shock. How ironic was that? “Quinnifer! Get out of he-re… Hi! I’m Felicia!” She held her hand out for the boy who walked in after Quinn to take it.

Oh god! All of us knew that look oh to well. Felicia had a new target…
Fucking Dan!