A recipe for chaos
12 years old.
That was the first time I spoke to her. Madison McCarthy-Aldis.
She was the richest girl in town, and I?
Well, I was not. My parents had a tendency to forget I existed; so like any young kid would do, I did whatever I wanted. We had no money, but I would have enough to survive. Barely at times. Having her made my life bearable; even if it was toxic.
Madison was a beauty already. Unlike the rest of the 12-year-old girls, she was blossoming. Today, she was walking towards me. My heart shuttering a little, the panic trying to overwhelm me. "Hey, Kavielle, so do you like—like girls?"
"huh?" the only response I could muster.
"You know, like, are you straight/bi/les?" She bubbled a little, touching my arm. That was the first time I felt wanted.
