Riot

I’m the leftovers that nobody wanted. Sad to say, but that doesn’t make it any less true. You know what’s sadder than that? At 18, the foster system takes out the trash. That’s literally me right now, getting kicked to the curb. I have nowhere to go, no job, no home, but I have my bestie Haze by my side, and together we’re going to do it. We’re going to find a way to reach the top of the charts. Kind of like Dakota and his band, except not as a-hole-ish and muscley. Ugh, the muscles. I fell in love with him as a kid, and the guy ripped my effing heart out. It’s a shame then that he’s the only person in the world who ever really understood my love and need for music. He’d saved me once, in that group home when everything I’d ever loved was stripped away. He’d save me with his smile, his kindness, and with his guitar. Now, I can hardly stand to look at him. Ever since that day he left the group home, kicked out just like me, he’d changed, and hardened. in more ways than one. Good thing I know how to deal with hard things. That’s what she said?