His Little Play Toy (On Hold Temporarily Due To School)

Prologue

I have dedicated this book to XxOzziexX because she's my favourite writer on here and I love her work. She gave me inspiration for this novel.

Hey guys. So I thought I'd just give you a little insight on Alara's thoughts so you kind of get the gist of her character. Anyway, here it is.

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Hi, I'm Alara. Yeah, not really the typical name parents call their kid, but what can you do. I was born in New York City and have resided here for all of my life so far. In a few months I'm going to be seventeen. I don't really want to grow old. I want to go back to when times were easier; back to when me and my friends messed around in mud puddles and played with the Autumn leaves. Things have just gotten so complicated since then.

You could say it started off when my dad left my mum for some trash off the side of the road. So cliché, I know. Ever since he left her mum doesn't really care about anything anymore. I swear she wouldn't care if I went and sold myself on the streets. Things have been tough on my family for a while now. In fact, I don't even know if you could call it a family. All we really have left is mum's dad, who is getting really old, and to be honest I don't think he'll make it that much longer. I know it sounds bad, but it's probably true. Then I have my ratty cousins, Julie and Juilet (I know right, it's ridiculous. They sound like something from out of one of those fairytales), who really don't give a shit about anyone or anything. All they care about is looking like princesses, when really they end up looking like whores, which they are.

The ironic part is that my aunt Rebecca was also left by her husband, so whenever mum and her meet up they have a little pity party while I have to endure the two ogres being around, since Rebecca basically drags them everywhere she goes and I don't even know why. She's probably afraid of them going out to clubs and getting drunk and doing normal things at their age. It's probably for their own good though, because otherwise they would most likely no longer be virgins.

Speaking of virginity, that is something I'm not quite ready to give up yet. In this day and age I'd probably be considered a loser for saying this, but I really do want to find the right person and not just some arse that'd use me like a cash register; swiping his card, getting what he wanted, and then leaving me helpless and vulnerable. No! I refuse to let that happen to me, unlike most of the other girls at my school. It's a shame really; getting that snatched away from them with a flick of brown hair and a flutter of dazzling blue eyes. Oh, don't even get me started on Brad Farron . . .

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This is my first story on Wattpad, so please, go easy on me :)

P.S. There should be a photo of Alara on the side :)