Chapter 1
Abri
You & I
"Once upon a time" lives and breathes in little girls minds; but when that little girl starts to grow "once upon a time" slowly begins to fade and die. There is no "happily ever after", because no matter what, someone always gets hurt....
A little girl who believed in "once upon a time" learned if she wanted her "happily ever after" she'd have to be a black sheep to keep from becoming like everyone else; But as she got even older she found she was taught wrong....
Or was she?
That sweet little girl was me. Abri Walsh. Yes I said Walsh, the fourth most common Irish last name known to man next to Murphy, Kelly, and O'Sullivan. But due to the fact that Walsh is such a common last name my mother gave me a uncommon and unique first name. Abri. Although my mother named me Abri no one close to me seems to call me that. I'm known as Colin in my friends community. (they always said I'd marry a kid named Colin because it's probably the most common Irish first name for a guy so they began calling me Colin) Anyways, I'm a senior at St. Bibiana Catholic School. My parents sent me to a catholic school so I could get a good education. I sent myself so I could start my life over.
You see when I was younger I spent a lot of time with my big brother. He taught me about comic books, anime , and conventions. All of the things that make life great. I aspired to be like my brother and this is where I ended up. At a new school, with my two best friends being, being someone I'm not. Middle school was utter hell for me. I only ever had Sonya and Crystal there to protect me from the violent words of the kids and from myself. So when freshman year came around I took the chance and changed. I am no longer know as "Abri the girl" but as "Abri the prettiest girl in school" and you know something? I Hate It!
My eye liner is thinner, my eye shadow is lighter, my lip gloss lighter, my nail polish sweeter, and my clothes? Tighter and brighter. Oh, how I miss the loose fit of my favorite black and white band shirt I can never wear in public again, unless it's under another shirt. I regret everything I have done to myself. Being popular is the worst thing to happen in my life. I'd rather be that kid in the corner by myself but my popularity has become so great that I fear if I revert back to my old ways all of the other kids will follow suit and then my only safe haven in this world will be my local comic book store or even just my room. Soon after all my favorite stores will be run down with bleach blonde girls with fake hair extensions trying to buy a skater brand shirt. Then I'll end up dressing the way I do forever. I can't kill the only good things left in this world so I will stay this way until I graduate; But until that day comes I'll stick with the tight well known brand name shirts and loose baggy jeans whenever we have a dress down day at school. Thank God for big sisters and hand-me-downs.