There are many reasons Abby Hammond could have used as a reason to be depressed. There was the fact that she was the child of supermodel Roxanne Dieters and Gabriel Hammond, the legendary frontman of Britpop group Rubbish, neither of whom particularly wanted to parent her. There could be the sixteen years she spent split between their LA mansion with various nannies during the school year and summers spent in Moordale with her Nan, abruptly interrupted by Gabriel's spontaneous decision to drop her in Moordale for her last two years of high school. Perhaps she could spend her days and nights sobbing in the shower about the state of her appearance (she inherited excessively long limbs and limited curves from her mother, and dull, sallow, freckled skin from her father). She could curse how her social awkwardness made her come off poorly and led a lot of people at every school she'd ever gone to to hate her guts. Or, most of all, she could be driven to the brink of insanity by the fact that her best and only friend in the entire universe was Adam Groff, a demented school bully who has christened her with the ultra-cool nickname of "Abby No-Cups". But it was all going to be okay, in Abby's opinion. After all, there were always the wide and wonderful world of music, and the enrichment of romance novels, and best of all, she was going to start living in a town where she wouldn't regularly get teased for not driving OR have to be stuck in traffic behind any Kardashians. What else could anyone really ask for?
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Not Quite Like the Movies (Otis Milburn x OC)
FanfictionAbby Hammond knows well enough that real life isn't anything like the movies. Unfortunately, when under pressure or excitement, her mouth tends to forget what her brain wants it to remember.
