Riding solo

Storys.

I woke to my late alarm of Michael Jackson. Slave to the rhythm. I decided not to dismiss it and let it play as I got ready. I got dressed in my outfit that silvenna picked out. I spent a few extra minuets doing some makeup. I used some blusher, eye liner, mascara and eye shadow. I wonder if I look over dressed. What would he be wearing?
I worried and worried until 5:00. Axel arrived at my door in a checked shirt and jeans.
"Hi," I said as I closed the door and shrugged on my jacket.
"Hey, you look pretty," he said. Phew, all this worrying for nothing.
"Thanks," I said. I felt my cheeks going red so I looked down at the floor.
"Let's go!" he said as he started walking down the road towards town. I walked next to him. "So, what's your story?" he asked
"Mine? Well I was born in Cornwall, Turro. Then I and my parents moved into a bigger house in Falmouth. The house set on fire and my parents died. I was 9 when that happened. My closest relatives are Aunt Clair and the twins. So I had to move in with them. I got the smallest room and the most chores. My parents and I never liked Aunt Clair and she never liked us. So I try to avoid her 24/7 as she always wants to tell me off and the twins are always getting on my nerves. I think the only one out of them I like is Elvis the dog... so that's my story, what's yours?" I said. Should I have shortened that a bit? It seems like a speech!
"Wow, you have a great story. Mines definitely not that cool." He said. "Well... I was born in Turro, and then we moved to Haverhill for my dad to get a good job... umm... then my mum and my big sister missed home so we moved back to Cornwall. Then my little sister was born. Mines pretty boring." He sighed.
"How old is your sister?" I asked.
"Bliss, she's three, and Nina's 17. We have very unusual names," he said smiling
"No, I like them,"