Santana
I wake up every morning and wonder what the hell am I doing with my life. My name is Santana. Long story short, my dad is a rich jerk who is always somewhere other than home. I’m a junior in high school. I’m smart, pretty, rich, and bad, but I hate my life. And you may think I’m ignorant and stuck up, but I’m not. I just have a lot going on.
See my mom died when I was 10. Now I’m 17. I miss her. And Daddy’s never home. He has to “handle business”. I don’t know what my dad does, but mom said it wasn’t something I needed to get into. Ever since my mom died I knew I could handle life without my dad just like she did. I was on my own and I didn’t need anyone. Or so I thought.
