So...
This is it.
My story...
Look before you read this; im a nice person okay. I just did a shitty thing.
Let me start off by saying hi. I'm Amarie. I'm 16 years old, demi-biromantic (look it up), and your basic fangirl really (aka. a trash bag), I'm more scene than emo to be perfectly honest, and i wear ALOT of burgundy/maroon clothing. I would say something really cliché, something like 'it all started last summer..' or something of the sort, but that's cringey so I won't.
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I've called this 'Chapter 0.5' because it doesn't really count as a chapter, it's just a short introduction to Amarie as a character. I promise the actual story will start next time, but until then, think about this: The words you are reading are actually all just little squiggles on a page that we have been conditioned to understand. These tiny little squiggles can take us to other worlds, make us laugh, and make us cry.
YOU ARE READING
Something New
Teen FictionAmarie has just moved to London, in the past she has had serious problems with anxiety depression and self harm, but she is determined to make this move the start of something new...
