Okay, so the majority of books usually start off with the adorably quirky teenage girl going through her tedious routine of getting ready for school, and even though she doesn't pay attention to what she 'throws on', she still looks like a beautifully casual supermodel.
And her perfect eyebrows, can't forget about those.
You have no idea how much I wish this story started like that. If I could stick on a Nirvana shirt and some ripped skinny jeans and look like a supermodel, I'm sure my life would look a lot better than where I am now.
So, I should probably start from the beginning, when my life started to decline from 'sort-of-has-potential' to 'hopeless-cause' in a matter of weeks-- back when I accidentally ran over my dead-beat biological father and he brought Hell along with him.
No, literally. He literally brought Hell with him.
My name is Cana Harrington and this is the story of how my father came back into my life twenty-one years later, and how, only a few months in, I end up in my own coffin.
You heard me right. I'm in a freakin' coffin writing my life story on Notes. Notes.
That line alone sums up the kind of life I lead.
Oh, did I also forget to mention that my old man is the Devil?
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Devilish
Humorㅤ❝I'm surprised you haven't killed him yet.❞ ㅤ❝ I keep trying, but no one lets me get far.❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Most girls only have whimsical romances and grades to worry about, but not Cana Harrington. Her life when from 'hanging-in-there' to 'kill...
