Kait was right – I felt soo much better. But at the same time – so much worse. I had just vandalized my crush’s his house for absolutely no good reason. I had been put under pressure.

But Dear Lord God was it fun.

Kait’s life was pretty messed up. She had been abused, taken away from her sister, put in an adoption home, and has been living there for years. I’m still begging my mom to adopt her, but she knows that she smokes, and has done drugs. Kait never does it around me, though, if she did I wouldn’t talk to her until she was sober. But I also told her that if she ever was in a tight situation to come talk to me.

Gradually, with my guidance, she’s been getting better. She went from smoking two packs a day to one pack a day, so we’ve made good progress there. As for the drugs – she avoids the subject.

I feel like I’m the only thing she has left, and that’s probably true. When she’s sober, she’s fun, nice, generous – if only I could help her stay that way.