Deadpool's protashe

Chapter 1

My name is Ava Jackson. I have brown hair that reaches a little past my shoulder blade, green eyes, and pale cocasion skin. I'm 17 years old. I'm just a girl, with a horrible life. why do i have a horrible life? Well first my parents abused me for my hole life until last year when i moved out. Second i got bullied all my life, because of everything, my voice, my eyes, the way i walk, even my scars. But because of this i trained everyday. i trained with hand to hand combat, throwing knives, shooting a crossbow, and using katanas/swords but i perfer katanas. i actually was a boxer for a few months but i quite because my oponants were to easy to beat and i wanted something more challenging. So i became the superhero black blade. i called myself black blade because my main weapon is black katanas. i've been a hero for almost 3 years now. it's fun and it gets my adrenaline pumping. it also occupys me because i have no friends, my famiy hates me,and i live alone. Oh and i forgot to mention that work at starbucks because I gotta get rent money somewhere. Oh and by the way sometimes I break the forth wall and talk to the audience. How ya doing. Ya some people think I'm crazy but come on I'm just talking to the people reading about me. Wait maybe you guys are crazy are you guys crazy cuz your interest in my life seems kinda stalkerish.are you guys stalkers cuz that's so not cool. Ok sorry I'm rambling back to my depressing backstory "it's not really that depressing" the little angel on my shoulder says.
"No keep saying it's depressing. I think you should make up a lie about how your dog died or something like that to make people read this." The little devil on my other shoulder says. Then the angel and devil start fighting on what I should say.
"Alright! first of all I don't even have a pet and two that's enough now shut up!!" I say flicking them off my shoulders. Jeez there annoying. Ok so I think you've heard enough bout my backstory now time to get into the days of my life.
"But there stalkers don't tell them about your life!" The little devil on my shoulder says. I just take a rolled up newspaper I for some reason had in my back pocket and hit him in the head causing him to fall off my shoulder. Jezz he always has to ruin the moment.