1. Back story

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Hi, guys this is my first story. I hope to continue writing it. If you like the story so far please click the star and vote on the chapter. What would be even better would be to comment on my work. I know that my grammar is not where it's supposed to be. So I'm asking a huge favor- please help me edit my work 100 eyes are better than two lol. If I see that my story is liked I will try to post every day. I wont know if it is, if I don't get any votes I guess. Thanks for reading it.  I also probably have to stop talking to my readers, since I'm not a strong writer, and I'm just writing anything without a lot of thought. I'm just free writing, using my imagination.



This isn't your typical love story. All judgement should be reserved for the ending. Just kidding I am not the most perfect person. Judge away, just me telling you not to judge makes you want to judge me right? I really don't understand why I made that demand anyways, its not in my character at all .

My name is Aubrey Daniels and I solemnly swear that I have at least 58% of my marbles. By now you are probably wondering what my race is, I can tell you this: my mom is African American ( I really wanted to say Black, but you know how that goes) and her name is Marie Daniels. She married her high school sweetheart Derek Daniels, and he is Caucasian ( white and Indian, please try not to laugh I promise he look aite!!!) He's not my step father either, sorry for leading you to think that.

I'm that awkward teenager. The quick flicker of a person that flashes in your head. Come on....the one you are imagining in your head. Yes, that one! I am THAT 16 years old in this big bad world and I NEED A BREAK!

Now that we got the mixed questions out of the way, lets carry on. Explanation: everywhere I go people that has talked to me more than 30 minutes always ask me what I am mixed with. I just like to get those questions out of the way early on. Sorry for being so forward, I can promise you I am not being an ass wipe on purpose.

I wish I could say that I am an only child, but God doesn't like liars right? I am so bad at telling lies. I have tells, and I don't want to get into all of that. I do have a younger brother, he is about 12. I know your thinking how come she doesn't know her own brothers age, well here is my excuse: I stopped counting when he turned 8, because he got on my nerve that much. Also after that age it wasn't a requirement to attend birthday parties and stuff like that. I was ecstatic that he didn't want me to come to his shenanigans. His name is Jason, and he is actually popular at his school. From what I can tell. At this point I am just rambling, let me tell you the horrors of being a teenager and the shyness doesn't help at this stage in life at all.

Kids at school sneak diss me. They call me all types of names. I never did anything to them, they just follow their stupid ass leader. I will tell you about him in just a minute. But good thing they only verbally abuse me. As for their leader, he gets physical. Yes, a absolute maniac. Please judge away.

I do have two best friends and their names are Aurora "Rory", and Camilla "Cami". They both are very beautiful and I don't know how I got to have two awesome friends but I thank God, and my lucky stars that they are in my life. Even though sometimes I feel like the 3rd wheel, when it comes to them because they have boyfriends.

It's like guys either think I am hideously ugly, or that I go the other way....meaning bi-sexual ( I'm not, by the way), or that I am invisible. Hey, some girls don't even try and they get noticed. I'm not salty or anything but it would be sorta nice to be noticed by at least one guy, nerdy or otherwise. The only person who knows I exist besides my friends is Emerson James. He only knows I exist because he has been a thorn in my side since Middle School. For some reason he appointed himself my personal mirror, I guess. Okay, yeah I was being nice when I described our relationship, he hates me and I hate him. Hate is a strong word, I know that saying and the other ones that run along these thin lines. But I can assure you that my hate for him is absolute, pure, and just plain old REALLLLLL!!

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