xxCharliexx

"Hello, everyone! My name is Charlie, yes I am a girl, my parents were dicks. I'm also referred to as Doll. No clue why, don't really give a shit about it either. Moving onto the juicy stuff. Like your guts. On the floor. Bleeding everywhere. I'm here to kill you all!"

Good Voice: Why'd the author put that as the description? Those words never appear in the story.
Bad Voice: Do you even think before you speak? It's to grab peoples attention and promote Charlie's crazy.
Author: Ay, shut it and let me finish my description.
Charlie: I could kill myself and then they would shut up.
BV: Tell us how you really feel. I thought you loved us.
GV: Besides we all know that wouldn't work.
A: Ignore that freak show and keep reading my wonderful description. *Shoves Charlie and friends into box, labels it fragile, and mails to Ireland*

Charlie is as crazy as crazy can get. She tends to blame her parents though. Anyhow, this is the story of how Charlie escaped the asylum and into the real world. But the real world ain't as shiny as Charlie might have hoped for. She's still got a lot to get through.