There was once a girl, she was wild and free and outspoken. Her and my father were best friends and they used to go on crazy adventures together, but he worried about her. Her name was Lana. She did so many drugs and partied so much but she soon had a beautiful baby girl named Ariana, the father fled so she had to settle down and raise her on her on, even though she had fucked up she got her life on track. she became a bartender. Ariana grew up to be just as beautiful as her mother but with the same attitude. We grew up together and would have fun pretending to run from monsters in a field as the sun was setting. But as time pasted we became distant as most childhood friends do and we took different paths. At her house tempers rised and fights escalated Ariana became just like her mother, one night after Ariana came home drunk Lana got so angry she told her that she could never see her boyfriend again (who happened to be 22 and Ariana's only 16) but Ariana did not listen so she ran away, her and her boyfriend took the train to the near by City worchester.
She's never been heard from again.
I hope she's happy.