Once Upon a time....
Yeah that's right; I really am starting my story that way. Because you know what? I miss stories that start with Once Upon a Time, and end with Happily Ever After. Nobody really makes them anymore. Which is a real shame because those stories are really good. The Grim Brother's wrote a lot of stories like that. They made Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, Rapunzel, and things like that. Now The Little Mermaid didn't have a happy ending; but still. You get my drift. Once Upon a time and Happily Ever After.
Those stories are centuries old and they're still told. So I thought, hey. Maybe that's why they're remembered. Because no one writes them like that anymore. So that's why I'm starting it that way....
Anyways, I better get started.
Hi. My name is Elizabeth Abigail Dóiteáin. That's pronounced Dawn teh A uh N. But please. Just call me Abby. I'm 14 and attend Cherry Wood Georgia High in the small town of Cherry Wood, Georgia. It's a rather beautiful town. It's a relativley newish town, only 40 years old. All the houses are bright white and yellow. Ocasionally lavender, like my friend Katies house. There are lots of lovely Laurel Oaks and every where. They're really tall trees and they make a top hat sort of shape. There's also lots of Georgia Oak (haha funny I know). They're these really small trees that are kinda lanky, but none the less pretty. Not to mention Dogwoods, which is our state tree. They are kinda short trees but, in the Spring, when they bloom, they are covered in little white and pink flowers.
Both trees seeds look like fat short acorns. Honey suckle grows in someplaces too. More in where the woods are but still. Shooting Star flowers and Bead Lilies of every color grow all around too. Like I said; a beautiful town. I was born and raised in this town & I never really wet more than 20 miles away from it throughout my life. When I was small, sometimes the beauty of this little town was all that convinced me life was worth living.
Speaking of my childhood, I didn't have a very normal childhood. I'm the first child to my parents, but my parents never really liked me though. I'm not just saying this either. They've told me they hated me on numerous occasions & as you can guess this made me a bit of a downer at times. It was worse when I was little because I didn't know how to handle it like I do now. Once I tried to commit suicide when I was only 6, and my mom stopped me for some God-only-knows-why-reason.
To be fair it always seemed like she really tried to love and understand me, but it was like she just couldn't. A few weeks after that when I did something, I don't even remember what, she grabbed me by my hair and shook me hard and said,
"You want to kill yourself?! You make me want to kill myself!" And about a month later she did kill herself. & love in behold in her suicide note there was this,
"I can't believe I gave birth to Elizabeth, that awful child." So as you can imagine that made my dad hate me more. I don't think people get that children know and understand what you say to them. I knew and understood what people were saying when they were saying I was evil, and a killer. But how was it my fault? I was just a little six year old girl. With no mommy and a daddy that hated me. My daddy still let me live with him though. I never really got why. And since I lived in such a small town eventually everyone found out at some point. "Don't you dare play with that little red headed girl." Parents would say to their kids.
My dad had the same attitude towards me so me and my sister aren't really close. I barely know her to be honest. So at home I mainly just played by myself. I'd play card games, & board games alone usually, or I would read. I really love reading. It has always been an escape for me. At school it wasn't much better. Even though kids’ parents told them not to play or talk with me kids did. But after a few minutes they just wouldn't like me anyways. I was, & still am, pretty bad with people, I just can't seem to say or do the right things. It always made me feel like something was very wrong with me. & as I got older & kids got meaner I became a prime target for teasing for a long time. No matter how much older I got it just never stopped. So I was that kid who mainly played alone at school too. I was "that short red headed girl" in the back of the room watching all the other kids play and have fun, but never getting invited to join in it. It got better in 6th grade though; I'll explain later.
So school and home were hell for me. So I spent, well I still do, a lot of time in the woods behind my house. There's even a river there with Weeping Willows and Cherry trees. I have no idea why my town is called Cherry Creek. There's Cherry trees but not a ton, and there's a river. Not a creek. On some really bad days I'd ditch or leave school early to go to these woods. Even though I was picked on often & by many people, it was always the same things that'd get said for some reason.
The most common insult I'd get thrown at me is that I looked like a boy. See, in third grade I cut my hair really short. Mainly because I was tired of kids sticking gum and glue in it. *sigh* So ever since then people would tell me that. And it was/is understandable to a point. My shoulders are quite broad, I have a very athletic build you, my legs are long, not super sprinter long, but long & my thighs are big and so are my calves. Not huge but bigger than the norm. My chest buffs out and with my broad shoulders, when I stand up straight it looks like I'm wearing football gear. Not kidding. And for a long time I was super flat. My arms are also thick & muscular so it made me look flatter than I really was also.
The reason for my muscular arms is at home I used to have to do lots of push-ups when I'd get in trouble. So my upper body strength is stellar, but you now can still tell I'm a girl. Even with all those masculine features I'm curvy with a super small waist. I proudly own a 36 B chest with an equally round ass. So in NO way can someone mistake me for a guy anymore; people are stupid I swear. Oh & as for my face, my eyes are a deep forest green with long full eyelashes my lips kinda pucker out & I have a sharp jaw. My skin is pale with a slight carmel tint to it due to the time I spend outside. I have a small splash of freckles on my face too, but out of all these features, it's my hair that's my favorite. It hangs on my shoulders in long loose natural ringlets. It's a really pretty shade of red with blonde highlights. It is super soft & I really adore it. All of this hides what a mess I am on the inside.
As I said earlier, there is something seriously wrong with me. What made me really believe that was there was one or two people at some point in my life who would like me. But for some reason once they got close to me their lives went really bad. They went through terrible times, but once they stopped being close to me, their lives would get better. It kept me up thinking about it, & for a long time I wondered why. By the time I was 12 or 13 I came to the conclusion I was a demon. It sounds ridiculous I know but I really did think that.
And today, on this rather boring Thursday, in late September I found out. I wasn't too far off....
A/N: So what do you guys think? Be honest! I've had this idea for awhile so I really hope you like it. Vote, Comment, and Fan! Pretty please with blueberries on top! (I LOVE blueberries) Oh and please please watch the youtube video that came with the chapter! It's an awesome song! 3/12/2012
