Killer Queen|✔️ (Book 1)

1. Tell Me Your Secrets & I'll Sell You My Soul

Introduction a.k.a Just hold on a second.

If I'm gonna be honest, I gotta tell you everything. I know you wanna jump right into all the action, but the action isn't as "action packed" if you don't understand why there's even any action going on in the first place. You wouldn't be too happy if I made you run around the house, waving a gun in the air like an idiot, unless I also told you we were being robbed, right? See how that changes things?

I guess this would be considered the "prologue" but I don't like that word.
I also don't like when people separate Intros and prologues from the first chapter. It's just a bite-sized waste of my time. I fancy everything at once and we can get the ball rolling. So, this is my book and I'm only gonna do things I like.

If you didn't read the description, this is a true story. Every stupid thing I did, said and every stupid person I know, is real.

I'm not telling you that to gain your sympathy. I'm only telling you because:
1. Let's face it, you're lazy and now you have to gain my trust.
B. I hate when people say, "Oh, I wonder what happened to her!" I'm like,"Hey...I'm right here...I'm alive."
4. I've met too many people who either don't know what a memoir is or don't know it reads just like a fiction novel. So, consider this a lesson in literature.

What's that? I thought I heard you thanking me.

You're welcome.

Just bear with me a few minutes. I'm aware the human attention span is now less than that of a goldfish. This hurts me more than it hurts you, I'm sure.

Part 1.

   I'm going to attempt to explain the events of a whole year in one chapter, for time's sake. I just wanna get all the nitty gritty nonsense out of the way and done with because I'm not trying to be here all day and I'm sure you got some real important shit to do.

   It took me until October to notice him and how he stared at me; the kid in my lunch period whose table was caddy corner to mine. It's a bigger deal than it sounds like, I swear. I don't mean like glancing or we happened to look up at each other at the same time. I mean like he was hypnotized.

     When the school year started, it used to annoy me. I'd look up from shoving food in my trash hole, and he'd be watching. From the time I sat down, to the time the bell rang, his eyes would be glued to me. I didn't want to cause a scene and tell him to meet me out back with a can opener so I could open up a can of whoop ass on him...because those are the best fighting words I can come up with. I've never been in a fight. Not that I haven't had offers, but I don't like being touched. The only thing I could do was stare back. I figured he'd get tired of it and realize what he was doing.