..chapter one...

ibook, ipod, cell phone (my few conseccions to everyday teenage whatsits of commericalism), razor blades, cigarettes, black covered notebook filled with blood red hand-made pages (a trip to the children's discovery museum when i was wee had inspired me to make all my own paper from that day forward), pens, spray paint, and makeup bag. those were thing things that i filled my black messenger bag with the night before the first day of junior year. this is what i needed to get me through the school day. at least, that was all i hoped i'd need. (TBC, of course. i just wanted to get something down. and sorry for the atrocious spelling and whatnot...i'm not at home and so don't have the auto-spell check.)