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Chapter 1 Pepper

Pepper.

She loved her name. It's kind of like, a mix of - really girly... And a condiment.

Her parents so lovingly(?) (Ironically?) gave it to her on the 6th day of May, on the year of our Lord 1995.

In all her 20 years in this world, she has been a good girl.

Miss Goody-two-shoes, if you will.

She was kind, pretty, rich but never snooty. She had good grades and many friends. Everything was going great for her and her dog, Bunny.

But, like all things in life, all that seems perfect is rather faulty.

Like getting burnt while sunbathing on the beach,

Really soggy apple pies,

and Divorces.

It wasn't that bad.
It was just... Depressing.

Her parents decided that one of them should procure and live in a separate house. Or in a simpler way, to "Get the hell out!".

Plus, she then realized that she had asshole friends who abandoned her in times of need.

She wasn't that perfect anymore, in their eyes. No need to hang out with her.

Bummer. She'd been too excited to spend her college days with them.

So essentially, it was that bad.

All these problems, she shouldn't even be thinking about these things!

She should be out there! Having fun!

She should be thinking about crushes and how to impress the seniors, or how to get in the school newspaper, maybe about the new trends to wear this coming semester.

Now she had to worry about which house to come home to, how not to offend either parents and what to say to their neighbors.

Too much worrying.
Too much pain.
Too much of what is now left of her life.

Pepper.

Too much drama for a girl named after a condiment.

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A/N

Hey hey hey!

It's me. This... Awkward person of 21.

Anyway.

What. Is. Happening. Haha

I came back to edit these things. Haha the reason why I wasn't able to update this a lot, is because I dreaded coming back to edit this.

I write this during the darkest times of my life and I didn't want to be reminded of it.

But here I am. I've decided to tackle the task of editing and updating this story out of boredom.

It is January 2017 ATM. Haha it is freaking hot. Like... You would have heat stroke(?) At any given moment.

But srsly. Isn't it supposed to be winter?

Yet the sun is out and no amount of cold air could make my body and mental state, better.

Sighs.

I love you, person reading this. You are a hero.

P.s. it's now September. I'm redoing this. *Cringe*