Chasing Harry

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Audrey Avalon Carter.

Strong and noble, apple... person who carts things around?

Why do I seem to be the only person who's parents obviously didn't try to name meaningfully?

I always ask my mother about my name. It really interests me, the whole ancestory family history thing. 

She tells me the story of how my father and her were really indecisive about my name until I was actually born, and they took one look at me and decided on Audrey Avalon.

I like to question my mother about my name, hoping that one day she'll tell me that I wasn't really named as a strong apple who carts things around and that I'm actually some warrior princess or something.

"Why Avalon, mum? Couldn't you have named me Audrey something that means tree or penguin or broccoli? At least I like broccoli."

"Because," she'll state simply, her Italian heritage showing lightly through her words. "As soon as your father laid eyes on you he knew you'd grow up to be the apple of his eye."

The sad thing is, I never got to fulfill the role of 'apple to his eye'. My father died in a plane hijacking when I was  three years old.

People always tell me I look just like my mother. Despite sharing the same blue eyes and olive complexion, I can never manage to see the resemblance. While her hair is short and greying, my thick curly hair reaches my waist with ease, and while she's a good 5"nothing, I'm 5"3.

Apparently I get my height from my father, who was almost half a foot taller than mum.

Everyone expects me to be a sophomore, still in school. "No, actually. I'm a graduate. 17, thank you very much." Like they say, I'm not short. I'm funsized.

My IQ allowed me to start school a year earlier than everyone else, meaning I graduated a year younger too.

All my friends are at least 5"5, and 18, which makes standing next to them all hell. They're the closest thing I'll ever have to siblings, being an only child.

It's a funny story with my friends, really. Maddi and I met in kindergarten when I moved to the same corner of the classroom as she was sitting in to cry with her over our mothers leaving us. From that moment we were best friends.

Jason, her twin, and his newfound friend Ashton, laughed at us for being sooks, so I threw a toy truck at Jason's face and got sent to sit outside the classroom. 

Elenna, Harry and I met in kindergarten as well, when we were playing peacefully in the sandpit. Elenna had tried to snatch a spade from me and Harry had defended me, and they ended up in an argument which nobody won, so we ended up sharing the spade between the three of us.

By the time we were freshmen, the six of us were basically inseperable.

And by the time we'd graduated school altogether, we all may as well have rented a six bedroom apartment together; we practically lived at each others' houses.

You always read love stories, ones where the girl falls in love with her best friend and he finds out and tells her he loves her too, and they end up together and they get married and adopt a dog called Rufus and have 23 children and voile, happy ending. Easy.

It's just another cliche stereotype, one that people twist and bend until everyone is convinced that that's what happens everytime.

But I know for a fact that it doesn't work like that.

Because I'm in love with my best friend.

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So this chapter is like really, really short, but it's just an introductory chapter so you can get to know the main character and yeah.

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