Chapter One – An Introduction to Me

My name is Eve, and this is my story. I'm not very interesting, granted, so if you get bored in the middle of this and quit reading, I wouldn't blame you. I'm incredibly awkward and slightly insufferable. My hair doesn't fall down my back in beautiful blonde curls, rather it sits in a very bland straight fashion. It's a plain old brown. My eyes aren't captivating and mesmerizing; they're a murky brown. I'm pale. I'm not beautiful. No, I'm not one of those people that are so beautiful but they don't realize it. I'm plain ol' not beautiful. I'm okay with it, though.

Not everyone can be gorgeous. Every person has their strengths and their weaknesses, and beauty just isn't one of my strengths. I'm cute, I suppose. I have a short stature and I've got some weight to spare. I'm five feet exactly. With such a short body, weight sticks onto me like a fly to poop. I'm certainly not fat, but I'm nowhere near the muscular and toned look boys so often go for.

I read books like heroin addicts shoot, well… heroin. I read a lot. I like music too. It's very soothing. I watch too many crime shows and I laugh at things that aren't meant to be funny. Just because I'm not beautiful doesn't mean I'm not confident. I'm writing this as a rough draft, so if the sentence structure is choppy, or if a sentence that is supposed to be tear jerking isn't, please don't be too upset with me.

Enough of that, though. I know you're curious as to why I'm writing this. If I'm so uninteresting, why am I writing something that is completely and totally about me? Well, my life isn't uninteresting. I'm the one who is uninteresting. When given the correct subject and the appropriate time with the right people, I can talk for hours about myself. My life is chaos. I have an emotionally abusive mother, a psychotic ex-boyfriend, and my divorced parents are next door neighbors.

Don't even tell me that's not crazy.

So, little by little, I will share my life with you. Little tidbits of my story will come out in the woodwork. You'll have to be patient with me, because I sometimes know what to say, but I just can't word it quite right. Or I don't want to talk that day, or whatever.

Maybe I can get to know about you, too. Maybe you'll divulge something interesting about yourself; maybe we can become friends because of something we have in common. Or maybe we won't have anything in common.

You never know.