Depression made me hate the world, made me hate people. Not because of the sadness. Not because of feeling alone. But because it made me sit back and notice how messed up the world is. It made me sit back and listen to the hate that people give. But instead of being a kind hearted person, I became a cold hearted one.
Anyways onto this story thing..
I am Lyric Ariel Keeton, I have long brown hair with brown eyes, my skin is pale. I guess you can say that my bust is small, but what ever. My bum is kinda large. My stomach is small. I'm nothing special when it comes to looks.
I have a lot of rules for survival in Chicago. Simple ones like, Never owe anyone money. Or, Don't get on a thugs bad side. Another is, Never miss a day of work. There is many many more. My main rule is, Don't fall in love.
It sounds crazy I know. But it's not. I'm not going to get attached to someone who will leave me, but whatever that's not important. What's important to the story is the boy who made me break my main rule, Carl Gallagher.
Carl Gallagher is a douche. A huge douche. His big ego and cornrows 99% of the time pisses me off. He annoys the living hell out of me. But I don't wanna give everything away from this, read more into our story. Trust me.
It's a long one.
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"I love you." "I don't." ••A Carl Gallagher Fanfic••
FanfictionI don't know if it was the danger Or his eyes. It was his eyes No probably not That's naive. Whatever the hell it was. It sure made me change my view point. He's a douche. But he's my douche. Just read the damn story.
