If I’m being honest, I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I just want people to know my side of the story before she influences the masses–with her tamed blonde hair and innocent blue eyes.
For a while, she was the only friend I had in the foster care system until she decided I wasn’t worthy of the best friend position.
~5 Years Ago~
Emily Hunter: Monet, you don’t mind if invite Michael over for dinner do you?
Monet Lux: Umm a little.
Emily Hunter: What’s the big deal anyway? You broke with Michael fooorrreever ago. Isn’t time you’ve moved on?
Monet Lux: You don’t even know what you’re talking about so either shut the fuck up or get out mah face.
Emily Hunter: Ugh! Why do you always have to talk like that San Myshuno trash? You were raised to have better manners than that! It’s too late anyway–I invited him this morning.
Monet Lux: Then why’d you even ask me?
Emily Hunter: *snickers* To see your reaction of course!
Monet Lux: You’re so lucky mom is in the kitchen, because if we were alone–I’d knock the teeth right out your skull.
The only person Emily ever cared for was herself, and she claims it’s a defense mechanism–but that’s all bullshit. Emily takes people and manipulates them until she knew all their strengths and weakness. Why? Because she’s a fucking bitch!
Over the last 5 years–I’ve had time to grow, and fully understand what I truly want from this life.
To watch Emily Hunter burn to the ground.