Doing Something Daring

My name is not Rowena or Jeremy or Clark or Ashton or Mike or Alyssa or Grayson or Olivia or Josh or Katie or Bianca or Cooper or Frank or Mark or Rose or Sarah or Sam or William. Those are other people who will come into the story later. But while we're on the subject, my name is Peregrine. Why did my mom name me that? I'm sorry, but there's no uber-touching or beautiful story to that. I honestly have no idea why. Just a bit of advice- if you have a daughter, name her something normal. People are so illiterate, and if you have this freakishly long and "unusual" name- say, Peregrine- and they have to read it out loud and they don't know you... it can get pretty bad.

     Anyway. The point of this story is not that I have an unusual name, but that's probably going to affect it- like, a lot. The point of this story is that I can do daring things like wear a dress to school and tell a boy that I like him and basically be controversial and whatnot. 

     So the story is going to start on a Monday, because over the weekend I got this awesome motivation - it's proably how the Hulk feels when he's all rage mode. 

     Well, here it goes.