Graceland

We’re going to skip the part where I act all dramatic about moving. Where I’m crying, telling my best friends and boyfriend bye one more time. Where I tell my parents how much they’ve ruined my life. I’m going to spare you the usually sappy, dramatic shit because 1. That’s usually how every story starts off and 2. I don’t feel like you would really care.
I’m Grace Addison Moore. I have shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and a regular body type because I love food. I’m not shy, I have an attitude that not many people can handle, and cussing is probably my first language. No I’m not a goody goodie if that’s the kind of girl you feel like reading about be my guest to click on another story because I’m not for you. No I’m not shooting heroine in the next room I just don’t sit at home and watch sappy ass love stories on Netflix all day.
I haven’t even told you the best part. I fall in love ha bet you didn’t see that one coming. No I’m not falling for the school’s hottest jock that picks on me every day. Ha he wishes. Or the famous bad boy at my new school. Even though some people would consider him bad oops. No I fall in love with the biggest pain in my ass I’ve ever met.
Just wait my story isn’t like the others. My parents love me by the way and their not drug addicts or alcoholics let me just get that out of the way. My story is different but it’s a good different.