I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl cand do what she wants to do that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
 
Joan Jett's music banged loudly in my head as I worked on my homework. Oh the joys of being held back two years, and being in the same grade as my baby sister. The only good thing that came out of it was that I met Janelle. I felt a tear stream down my face.
 
I wiped my face of the tears and grabbed my journal I keep stashed behind my collection of My Chemical Romance C. D's.
 
'Ever since Janelle's funeral I haven't been able to think of anything to write about. Day after day, I write the same thing in it. But with the three year anniversary of Janelle's death next week, I've been inspired. Janelle always wished that I could become friends with my sister, so I think I'll try to. I wish Janelle was here though. She would know how I would make nice with Ellie, because I have no idea how to...'
 
I grabbed an old pen that I had broken in half, and squeezed a single ink drop onto the end of my journal entry. I closed my journal and flopped onto my back.
 
"Baby come on! Your going to be late for school!",my mom called from downstairs.
 
I scowled. Enough with the baby crap already! I've been held back for two years of school, and yet she still calls me baby! Dang! Shouldn't she be angry, or even the slightest bit disappointed with me! Jeeze! My mom is just way to perky.
 
I rolled out of bed and grabbed my bag. Oh, how I can't wait for the sweet seclusion of my own college dorm. I sighed. Stick to the plan Evey! Try to be nice to your sister today! Just try! And with that, I barreled down out the door and down the stairs.