Never Would Have Thought...

I’m here to tell my story. It’s kind of crazy, and you may never dream of this ever happening, so bear with me. First, a little about myself for context.

My name is Olivia Trump (no relation to Donald Trump, though wouldn’t that be nice) and my family owns a bookstore, Easy Reader. It’s supposed to be a play on Easy Rider, my mother’s favorite movie, but instead it sounds more like we sell children’s books. Probably why we have so few customers. I keep telling my parents they should change it, but they think it’s “clever and draws customers.”

Anyways, back to my story. I live in a pretty small town, on the outskirts of Miami Florida. Before you say anything, let me first say, I am not tan. I am not “popular,” I do not party, and I don’t have multiple piercings, whether they be on my stomach or eyebrow or anywhere else. I don’t even have my ears pierced. I don’t have a giant house with a private beach, I don’t invite people over when my parents are gone, and I am most certainly not rich. I’m referring to the Donald Trump statement earlier, just so you know. The only things I consider myself good at is drawing and running the store. It’s just a few blocks down from my small high school, where I am a senior. I’m eighteen, live with my mom and dad, and my older brother works for some band that travels a lot. So I don’t see him much. He’s older than me and went to school for sound engineering, and works as a studio person-thing, I don’t really know. I turned his bedroom into a drawing studio for myself, but don’t tell him.

I realize now that from my writing earlier I made myself out to be sort of an anti-social introvert. I’m not that, either. I have a best friend, Amelia. She and I are practically sisters, and she helps out sometimes at the bookstore. She knows what I go through, I know what she goes through. To me, we have the best relationship. We go to the beach, try to tan, and sing along obnoxiously to the radio in our cars. It’s the greatest. She knows I love to draw, and gives me ideas and help when I’m stuck. She herself loves to sing, and we do sing normally together, when we’re alone in the store, or when we’re at each other’s houses. She has shoulder length blonde hair, and though over 80 degrees is the average here, she insists on wearing beanies almost every day. Her face is clear, her lips pink, and her cheeks always pink as well. Her eyes are the bluest blue, and I’m jealous of them. I have long brown hair, falling to maybe the bottom of my shoulder blades, and it’s straight all the time. It annoys the crap out of me sometimes. My eyes are green, “very green” if you ask my parents or Amelia, and my face is covered with freckles. Dark, pronounced freckles. They annoy me too. I’m not skinny, and neither is Amelia, but we’re pretty fit, I guess. We play soccer, and we’re on the varsity team at school. It’s pretty much the only school activity we do, and we’re fine with that.

So, that’s us. For context. Well, one more thing: Amelia keeps trying to get me into this band, One Dimension? Is that what it’s called? No, actually, she just informed me that it’s “One Direction, duh! I’ve only told you like twenty billion times, Liv!” Yeah, she likes them a lot. They’re okay, I mean, I like their music, but I’m not as obsessed as Mel. Anyways, you’re pretty much caught up. Oh, and I say “anyways” a lot. I don’t know why. Don’t ask. And I’m sassy. Melly here just told me to write “no shit, Sherlock” because she agrees that I am indeed very sassy. Ah well. I’ve ran out of things to write about me, so here’s my story.