7Hello, um this is really short I guess this is a prologue. First story I'm publishing, please be gentle.
Also, I have my three main characters a image of what they look like on my profile but the FP doesn't allow links anymore... so if your curious, message me?
Life is a struggle for me. Terror and betrayal lurk in every corner but I never knew the bad could get me. There was always more unfortunate people than myself so I looked on the brighter side. I was naive and young, I didn't think of the consequences of my actions. My have was never the best... but it took a turn for the worst when I was 17.
You know you re all grown up when you fall down, hurt yourself, look around, realize nobody saw it happen, and have to pick yourself up and continue on with the day right? Well not me, I fell down hard and stayed down. There wasn't anyone to help me. In a way I never grew up but I went on with the day, laying on the ground... so in a way I grew too fast if I couldn't pick myself up anymore. I felt like I was 98 in a retirement home, bedridden.
If there was one thing I knew for certain about my life, I was a big mistake. I was an 'oops' child. My parents were 16, in high school and had only been dating 2 months. I wasn't suppose to come out of their unprotected sex. I didn't know my dad though. He didn't want anything to do with mom or me, so before I could even crawl, he fled from us. My mom raised me all on her own, high school drop out, poor, and no proper manners. We lived in a trailer for my entire life, just us... and the neighbors. It was great honestly. Simple.
The events over my last year in school changed me forever. So much drama came out of no where. Well no, it came from somewhere. The new transfer student is where. If he hadn't showed up at my school, the 2nd semester... I wouldn't be in this mess. I put full blame on Hayden Jacques Moncrieff. He hurt me in so many ways. He touched the bottom of my heart in so many ways. I hated him. I loved him all the same though.
You're curious, no? I'll spill everything. The idiot is always saying I need a therapist. I can't a afford a damned crazy man to tell me about my problems though. All I have is the journal to write down the events and it's all I need. All long as my pen has ink and my hands still work, you're hearing my story. You'll experience what happened through my eyes, my soul, my body, my feelings, my love, my hatred, my fear, my lust, my cries.
I am Ashton Thomas Graham.
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- The Fox Prince