They thought I was brave. They wondered how I could maintain straight A's, volunteer, and deal with the Pickles family at the same time. I guess I was a regular ol' saint. I was proud of that. Disobeying my parents, while catering to a sick girl's needs and at the same time carrying on with a saintly attitude made my life all the sweeter. That is, until we got into high school. Angelica was still an outcast, along with her disabled cousin Dill. Angelica changed like most teens would. During the summer I was too busy for anything except my job and volunteer work. Angelica finally found another friend. The man went by the name of Kraig. He was a bad person. He went to jail almost after a month of spending time with her. In that short time, he introduced her to various substances that increased Angelica's imagination.
The drugs calmed her, but only to where her imagination could help her through the bullying. I always tried to get her help. Nothing worked and I realized that. I made a decision; I couldn't be that saint anymore. I was busy, you understand, right? Once school started, I had a full schedule and I couldn't think about anything else. She knew that, and everyone did. Why did she come to me that day? Why couldn't she just stay away?.
"Please, Susie," Angelica begged, "I need your help." ".
"Angelica, I'm sorry, I can't. I have so much to do. I just don't have the time, anymore." ".
"You always say that!" She grabbed my arm so tightly, I knew it would be bruised the next day. "They said they will kill me if I don't give them the money! Tommy and Chuckie cut me off! Kim-Kimi said that I need help! That's what I'm trying to do! Th-That." ".
I snatched my arm away. I should have told her yes. For a while, I gave her money to save her from her drug dealers. In return, she promised to get clean and I promised I wouldn't tell her dad. It didn't matter, because she went right back to doing what she did.
