TITLE: Hell On Earth
Hi, my name is . . . well, let's just skip that part. Just call me Reis. It is not pronounced like 'rice' just to let you know. It is pronounced like 'rece'. Don't ever mispronounce my name. Ever. Seriously, it will not be your lucky day. I hate it when people call me by my first name or totally botch my last name. I may not care for my name, but no body has a reason to totally disrespect who I am.
So, to start my story, I decided to tell you a little bit about myself. I have already implied that I will not write my name. That is simply because to everyone except for close family members, I am known simply as Reis. Or the girl with the crazy hair. Apparently having a pixie hair cut the color of platinum blonde with blue streaks is classified as crazy. Who knew?
I am pretty short for my age; at 5'1" I stand as a striking figure. Actually very few people are ever really afraid of me, until they piss me off. I go to a boarding school in New York, New York. However, I rarely attend classes. But seriously, kids who might be reading this, do not follow my example unless you have a good reason like mine, and somehow, I doubt you have a really good excuse.
The few friends I have are not what I would call 'besties', but we get along with each other. Mostly.