Alessandra soon becomes my champion, in number of mutual messages. In short: I do the writing, often with fresh questions. She answers either by smile...s or mono-syllabic, and at the best by a short line. Rarely two or more. Nevertheless, I soon notice that she is often hiding the truth, beating around the bush. So, slowly I start to come back to the same subjects, or interesting and intriguing intimities, in my tries to get closer to the truth.Slowly I start to understand why it is so hard for. My house was a zoo, and my family--step family mostly--were animals. I lived in a run-down suburban home with my mother, step-father, and four step brats, all boys ranging in age from ten to fifteen. My step-father, Bucky, drove a dump truck. Bucky treated me like a red-headed step child, though my hair is blond. I do all of the stepping and fetching; his kids don't do anything except create work for my mother.Bucky is one of the most vulgar men I've ever met, and I've met a bunch. My mother. Living in the southern States during the winter months had somewhat spoiled him and he knew of other warm places in the States, Caribbean or the Pacific where he could now spend that time.He wanted to live in his hometown not far from where the young adults gathered at night which was on Jamison Street. He discarded the idea of purchasing a house and decided that he wanted to purchase a condo. He thought a condo was the better way for him to go because all he would be responsible for was the. .." Fucking whore," she spat. Bella and Amber looked at Heather, shocked."About fuckin' time someone fuckin' said it," Bella exclaimed. "What thefuck is going on with her? She's like a different person." I know," Bobbie said. "I hope for her sake it won't last."Heather sighed. "But it's going to break her heart. She deserves betterthan that."Beth, who had been quiet during the exchange suddenly looked up. "I don'tlike her either," she said timidly. This was shocking to everyone as well.Beth.