My younger sister Amy and with my younger brother lived with us too. My town was a peacefull place where everyone knew eachother and could trust eacho...her. It was a time of "innocence".It all started on a Saturday morning when my mom told us to wake up cus she was gonna take us to eat breakfast with my aunt. After about 30 minutes she gave us our finall warning to be ready. Once me and Skyler go ready and went down with our mom, she noticed Amy wasnt down yet. She yelled at her to get her ass. Her big brown eyes shined with a fine layer of near-tears. Not sad, but emotional."Right? I know. It was the same for us." The other woman offered. Her blue eyes, assuring and kind."I'm sorry- listen to me go on. Can we get another drink? Is it too late? Do you need to get back?" Nope. It's good. I'm off tomorrow morning and I've definitely racked up enough points for a night out. Don't worry about it Ash."Another round of Prosseco fueled the reunion of the old friends. Harrowing stories of. Then the words "Please press enter to continue." I pressed enter. Then the words "WE would like to introduce you to MARY." More trumpets and way off in the distance a tiny little figure was walking toward us. It was a good looking young woman in a plaid pleated skirt, white blouse, bobby sox and white saddle shoes. She looked strangely familiar. Then every on gasped it was Brittany Love from the girlie magazine "Scoreland". Well not really. It was an extremely good animation of Brittany. Even. For me growing up in my home town I was instantly recognisable, so when things started going wrong, I had to get out. In my late teens I would snuck out and have a few beers with the guys, I always preferred their company, to girls, I suppose I had a tomboyish streak in me, and besides, as one girl, a lesbian, told me, 'You're too freaking tall and pretty, all the bitches hate you for stealing their men'.Now that confused me, 'Stealing', what was she talking about?In the morning I found out,.