To the Bearable Likable You

Intro: In The Age of Barbie...

Ello young people! I'm really bad in author introductions but you'll get over it. This is a made up story inside my mind. I have no intentions on copying any other book, or if it's lame that's not really my problem. Although I really hope you do enjoy the book because I worked hard on it and I may not be the BEST in writing besides that I'm also kinda young. Think of it as an inexperienced story ignoring the misspelling and grammar. But I swear its a good story really. Just read please :D Not really proud of this intro but im difenately proud of the stories process and next chapters right now.

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Two weeks and three days is how much the blue Mustang was parked in front of the cities school. It never moved it just stayed there twenty-four-seven. It wasn't until Junie Miller peeked to much inside of the car to find a rotting dead body of Mr. Jonathan Gray.

This wasn't how i was promised to be. I'm pretty sure my parents had a different plan. You know how you're molded as a child. Depending on your traumas and experiences.

I believe my fate was to be a goody goody six inch heels girl. Being that my family raised me like that with Princess movies, Barbie dolls, and fake makeup sets. Also because a part of me acts like a nice rich girl.

Sadly, my road to a perfect girl was interfered by Mr. Road Bump. Oliver Gray to be exact. You won't believe what he'd do at the age of 7. Oliver had a power of manipulating your mind, he always had a way. He would never physically hurt people, he had the brain for that. Also, he had videos. When I was 7 he'd show me real life ghost videos making me unable to sleep. He told me Santa nor the tooth fairy were real at 5. But then at 8, that's when he drew the line, he specifically explained how babies were made. With pictures. Still have the dreams. He'd then make the classic dirty jokes like, do you like milk or I fuck your mom and stuff.

With that in mind as a child, I became this rock music, suspense and action movies, not very fond of children kind of girl. With a touch of my parents, I do have a small taste in romance and Bruno Mars. Any type of music genre that ends with metal scares the shit out of me and I do admire a good looking man. There's nothing wrong with being this way, I seem to like it. The problem are my parents not really approving of my behavior. They're pretty much afraid I'll turn emo or cook meth.

I grew fast due to Oliver. I knew things no kid should've known. Oliver is in juvie now for theft and impersonating a doctor and cop. It was the first year of high school when he was caught before he left he gave me something. A silver bracelet, probably stolen but who knows since it has my name carved on it. Before he gave me the bracelet, it had been years since I last spoke to him so it was odd.

All this was coming back to me. Just by staring at my bedroom ceiling killed by the news that Oliver would come back due to his fathers death in the blue Mustang.

After 3 Chapters I normally ask for 5 stars to continue :D ~PhotogenicZambie