Okay, here’s the thing: You’re all probably expecting the usual boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married and have tons of babies and live happily ever after.
Sounds like a pretty sweet deal but you’ve got to be kidding me. Like that junk ever really happens in life.
No tootin’ way.
I know what you’re thinking.
You get enough reality with your own lives and the whole point of stories is to escape it for a little while. Well, sorry to break it to you but you’re definitely not getting it here.
I’ll be frank with you. This whole story is about me, and this stupid dumb ass I am unfortunate enough to meet as we go through a series of events that eventually lead back to where we started.
Actually, scratch that.
It’s about me, this dumb ass AND my annoying sister.
You see, I can’t mention anything without having to mention my sister. It’s like we can’t help but stick our noses into other people’s business.
Psh.
We might as well have been attached to the hip, what with the way we always end up in each other’s personal lives and messes.
So yeah, that’s about it. A random story about two sisters and a guy who go through normal everyday teenager stuff.
So uninteresting huh?
My life and those around me are so freaking boring but for some deranged reason, you all want to keep reading on, am I right?
I see a few hands warily rise in agreement.
Dang. Now that means I have to keep blabbing on in coherent strings of sentences that are long enough to somehow produce a story that will entertain you.
Jeez, that sure is asking a lot. I’m only a sixteen-year-old girl with a full time job of being a student, part time babysitter (with my sister, ugh) and video game addict.
How can I ever hope to hold every reader’s attention out there when I myself have the attention span of a comatose fruit fly?!
Bahh, Fine. Whatever. Let’s give it a whirl. If you don’t like it, then nuts to you. I’m going to tell it as it is. It may not be pretty but hey, that’s life.
Okay, here we go people…
Oh by the way, If you’re thinking that you’ll be at the edge of your seat from all the drama you’re expecting from this story, don‘t hold your breath. I’m not having you hold me responsible for you passing out. I don’t even know CBC, ABC, CPR, whatever it is.
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