I make bad decisions. I think I’m way cleverer, crafty and cool, than I actually am. I am here in one second and somewhere I have no business being the next. I am trouble. Rolling up forbidden herbs in papers of their rules, I burn away the judgments. They don’t know me, they don’t even care to know me so why should I conform to their version of my life. I drink away the opinions of others, I love me enough for the both us. Im no Aiko but I think I should roll… no I mean Im on a roll, in class they call me by two words and assume everything behind it. Not interested enough to meet the face behind the name. The name that carries a reputation for doing bad girl shit with my troublemaking clique. Im a problem child. Easier to dust under the rug than to deal with. Dealing with the all seeing eyes of those who dare look down upon me, but forgive them father for they don’t know they’re dealing with a fallen Queen. If I knew better I would do better, but following the strict laws of adolescence just cramps my style. Im not having it.