Hello My Name Is. . .

This is the first chapter of the new and improved Hello My Name Is... So yeah, I'm sorry but you'll have to reread BUT HMNI is now back up and running, so get exciting for updates :D And for my new readers, welcome and enjoy <3

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"I just wanna run, hide it away

Run because they're chasing me down

I just wanna run, throw it away

Run before they're finding me out

I just wanna run, I just wanna run"

- I Just Wanna Run, The Downtown Fiction

Hello My Name Is...

Allison Brookes. But now, I'm also known as "whore", "slut", "ho", or anything else degrading that you can think of. I didn't start out like this, and I don't plan on ending this way, so let's just start from the beginning.

When everything changed.

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'Happily ever after...' I smile as I wrote the final sentence of my novel. I have spent almost a year and a half on it, and finally, it was perfect. It was one of those love stories that you never see, and let's just say I was a sucker for happily ever after’s. I took a deep breath and clicked the send button. Now it’s too late to change it, it’s off to the publisher.

 My dad worked with a woman whose sister was the CEO of a small publishing company, and had called in a favor for them to give me a chance.  If they liked it, I could become a hit author! If they didn't... Well, I try not to think about that.

You see, writing is my everything. I don't have any friends at school, or a social life, so I just poured everything I had into this story. It's my life.

Wondering why I’m a loser? Well, it might be my looks. As hard as I try, I just look so innocent. I have too many freckles and my dull blonde hair never stays in place. It was like dealing with a rag doll. I try not to stand out too much, and I like comfort, so I always wear baggy clothes and t-shirts. Mysneakers are worn in and I was completely lacking grace in every way possible. But I mean, at least I’m clean and smell nice.

It might be my personality, though, too. I'm very quiet and socially awkward when I'm uncomfortable, but loud and sarcastic when I am comfortable. I'm seventeen and the last friend I had was when I was fourteen. I have a single dad -mother dearest is nowhere to be found- and that doesn't help with the social skills. He's pretty awkward, too.

I'm just invisible.

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 It's been a week since I sent the email. A week. For a week I've been spacing out, acting hectic, and I've been even more unsocial than usual. The publisher is supposed to call at 2:00 pm and I've been watching the old cord phone since early dawn. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I just need them to effing call! I've been taping my unpainted and bitten nails against my dad’s old mahogany desk for at least ten million years. Okay, exagerration, but still! My dad works crazy hours, so thankfully he wasn't here to see me spazzing. The same unfortunalty could not be said for my school mates. I skipped today, but for the past week I could of honestly passed for a homeless person. Not to mention, my hair was a frizzy blonde bird's nest and I was breaking out from the stress.