Mewtwo and Chicken Wings: A Bad Boy Love Story

I’ll be honest with you; I actually liked my life in Vivian, Louisiana. Sure, it was quiet and nothing really ever happened (unless you count that one time Mrs. Muriel from across the street accidently set her yard on fire), but I loved it there. I had friends who I’d lay down my life for (not that I’d ever had any occasion to), a great almost-boyfriend and Dad. I didn’t really need much else.

I was in my happy blissful bubble when Dad said we ‘needed to talk’ on a slow afternoon in the middle of summer. I’m not entirely sure how the events following that delightful conversation took place, but what I’m absolutely certain of is that I’m now in Daytona Beach, Florida, my Mum’s apparently some type of hippie and she lives with her ‘friend’, David from the Laundromat.

Oh, and then there’s Kieran Maddox who, as far as I’m concerned, just really needs to invest in some curtains.

Warning: inappropriate nudity, cussing and generally scarring events involving Pokémon, cactuses and cream cheese. Proceed with caution.