Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own (except everyone who isn't famous like Shannon Haven and Paige Nicole....), don't sue. This is the sequal to "If You Carry On This Way, things Are Better If I Stay" Enjoy it!

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-1-------I, Paige Nicole Calbrett, stood at my open window in my room. I took a long drag from my cigarette and then put it out in the ashtray on the windowseal. My room was a mess and I didn't bother with cleaning it, magazines, CDs, random papers everywhere, and her stereo blaring hard rock. I walked back to her bed and layed on it and just stared up at the ceiling.
It's been nearly 14 years since I have been adopted to a family in Newark, New Jersey. I was with the adoption agency for at least a year before someone did adopt me, and I took their last name, Calbrett, instead of keeping a name I have no idea of, or of the history of it, if it's bad or not. Now, at age 15, I can't help but hate the world....
For taking my family away....
Maybe they didn't want me, so gave me up? Ugh, stupid questions...
Well, not exactly stupid, but not exactly brilliant.
All Sister Estene told me was that my parents love me, whenever I asked about them, and that their names are Shannon and Gerard.
Like, what the fuck? Why won't she tell me more? I deserve to know, it's my right to know.
I must know.
But why can anyone see that it's tearing me apart that I can get nearly any answers to my questions. They are either all so vivid, the bad ones, and then others are so blunt.
Damnit! Damn society!
What's one loney girl to do when she is almost 16 years old?? -2-------Paige Nicole Calbrett! Are you smoking again?" I hear my dad -excuse me- Mark, yell at me through my doorway. He takes a whiff and twists in disgust.
"Ah, common, not like you haven't before." I say from my bed, glancing at the ashtray near the window seal.
"Just....keep your window open to let it air out" he tells me then shuts my bedroom door and walks away. I sigh and deside to get my ass up. I look at my radio as the DJ comes on talking about new and amazing bands....
"And after still being in the music business for many amazing years, here's My Chemical Romance's Helena" the DJ announces.
I turn it off. All they have been doing, really, lately is playing a bunch of punk rock/emo songs, like My Chemical Romance. They are all the same. The band's great, but I don't listen to that old of music.
I get up and walk out of my bedroom and down the hall. I hear my parents, yes,I call them parents, in the kitchen talking.
I yell out to them from the living room, "I'm going out!"
Sarah, Mark's wife, and my adoptive mother, stuck her head out and smiled slightly.
"Okay, don't stay out too late." And she disappeared around the corner again.
I grab my black leather jacket and pull it on while stepping outside into the Jersey cold and start down the sidewalk to the mall.

To be continued.....I promise, It will....soon