BookRix

Name's Sihren Valenti and I'd like to clear up a few things; I've never been a good girl and couldn't if my life depended on it— so thank goodness it didn't. I was the type to ride in/on fast things; bikes, cars, and more often then not,boys. But this particular crazy red head always had that lonely feeling lurking close to the surface of my being; which just so happened to be one of the things I hated the most...BEING WEAK! I'd rather get screwed up the butt without any lubricate. I just wasn't the type to roll over and die— no matter how badly my foster parents wished I would.
Soon I was shipped off to another family but they seemed to have this kind of vibe that was enclosed in bright red tape and all but scream “DO NOT OPEN!”
When push comes to shove and all the secrets are revealed and lied on the table like playing cards I has my own royal flush to show, but I doesn't even know it yet...