Something that might surprise you about me is the fact that I hate reading, to be more specific reading fiction, fictional worlds were the protagonist is ‘the chosen one’ or the ‘misunderstood-one’. Fictional worlds were, just by being kind you can rise to the top, worlds were love is the trick up every hero’s sleeve, worlds were happy endings are a guarantee. Real life’s not like that.

“ Would you please pay attention, Ash?”

Gracie’s voice rips me out of my inner monologue. What a pity, I was really enjoying all that foreshadowing too.

Gracie’s voice rips me out of my inner monologue. What a pity, I was really enjoying all that foreshadowing too.

“Ash! This is important!” She's yelling again. How inconvenient.

“How much pain are you in on a scale from one to ten?” I answer.

She stomps into the room with a face that could either indicate a horrible case of the stomach flu or one of her 'partners' hasn't texted her in an hour. Personally, I think Anna McCormack and Jacob Forrester are cheating on her, but who am I to judge, I've never had a romantic relationship in my life.

“Ashlynn!”

I look up to see her dangling two equally red- and equally expensive- leather purses in front of me.

“Well?” She continues.

“The blue one.”