This short story is about a girl with the perfect friends, family, life...but there is something wrong with her that only she knows. What is it? What will she do about it?
Hello! I'm Ashley and I am in 10th grade. I'm 15 and about to have my very own car. Also, I am straight. I have amazing friends and a wonderful family. My friends are Isabella and Jordan. Basically a basic ass life.
Isabella 17
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Jordan 16
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Since Isabella is older than me and Jordan, we don't see her that much. Also I only have 3 classes with Jordan. English, Math, and Art. Besides that, I'm kinda alone. I am an introvert, so I don't make friends easily and barely talk to anyone but them. I don't even know how or when I made friends with these two awesome people. I also love the band TØP and listen to them all the time. Let's talk more about my friends. Jordan's passion is to be a musician and have her own band with friends. Oh, and Isabella, she wants to have her very own 5 star restaurant with amazing meals. They both kinda laugh when I say I want to be an artist. Probably because my art is kinda bad, but I don't know why people compliment my art. It's all just shitty.
Sometimes I like to draw on anything because drawing is my absolute passion in life, but my parents say that artists don't get a lot of money and are usually homeless, but I don't exactly believe them. I draw anything that really comes to my head like a person, favorite flower, or a dog.
Jordan (who is a lesbian) loves to play an instrument, especially the guitar or ukulele, and jam out to any happy or fun music on the radio. She is super fun, nice, and an average best friend.
Isabella (who is straight) is a cooking fanatic! She can cook anything you want or can think of. She wants to go to culinary school and, like I said, have a 5 star restaurant. She is an ok best friend, but she is all that I have so I just need to be a tough cookie and deal with her bullshit.
Of course, there is something wrong with me that I don't tell anyone because I can't be that perfect. Whenever no one is around I, for some reason, think horrible things about myself and I don't know why. I end up crying and almost taking a razor blade to my own wrist, leg, or waist. I haven't done it yet, but I'm very close to doing so. I haven't told anyone because I'm scared to and I don't think this is a good thing really. I call myself all these names and just think I'm awful. I don't know if I should tell my parents, friends, or just keep it to myself. It could be better that way. I don't know why or how I got these thoughts. I hate talking about this so I'll just stop right now, but..there is more to it.
I don't have a boyfriend because I'm afraid of him telling me I look like a slut or whore to me. Well my last boyfriend did that and I can't trust anyone anymore. I don't want to have a relationship like that or get my heart broken for the 50th time (again). I don't want to hurt because of someone who is suppose to care and love me, who isn't suppose to talk shit to me or about me.
I'm Ashley Crawford and thank you for reading my backstory. XoXo
(Thank you for reading and hope u enjoyed it!! This is my first chapter to ever post on wattpad and I hope it didn't fully suck xD this was probably SUPER short but it was just a backstory. Anyway see ya when I write the next chapter! :D )
