Chapter 1

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Amelias POV:

Friday, May 28th. 9:27pm

      Ive been alive for 20 years, 338 months, 1,020 weeks, and 8042 days. And I havent killed myself.. I deserve an award or something.

      Anyways hi? I guess you are my conscience, you need serious therapy. I mean you spend all your time in my brain, not that you really have a choice?

       Well anyways, my birthday is in 9 days, cant wait to be spoiled ha.. ha.. I dont even want a birthday. Birthdays seem like the most egotistical celebration.

       I mean its just an excuse to get presents, and for everyone to remember you on that day. Its useless, I didnt ask to be born.

*bzzzt   bzzzt*

"hello?" im guessing its my snake skinned mother calling me about some random bullshit.

"Amelia, whens your birthday?" she forgets every year, its like she does it on purpose.

"The fifth." same day. every year. every month. for 20 years.

*beep*  love you too mom.

     No stop. Dont pity me, shes busy. She works over 19 hrs everyday, even the weekends. I see her over two hours a week if im lucky, im surprised she even remembers im still her offspring.

     She doesnt need to be here everyday and see me. Im turning 21 in a few days, im an adult. Yes. I have abandonment issues and blah blah blah. But im fine.

"SHIT" Im late. TO MY OWN PARTY.

      I planned this useless get together like two months ago, yet im already 45 minutes late... how the FUCK did this happen???

      Shit.. what do i wear? I really wanna wear a dress because thats what everyone else is gonna wear buttttt... yea im wearing something cozy. Ill bring a dress just incase were taking photos.

      Okay dont be mad.. but I chose to put a dress on. I KNOW IM SORRY. But I want every hot guy thats there to wish I was theirs' duh.

Dress Options:

 Dress Options:

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