Avery's Song: Chapter Two: A Late Introduction.

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Chapter Two: A Late Introduction.2

How very rude of me. I whole heartedly apologize to you my dear readers. I should’ve introduced myself before diving right in to my abnormalities and family faults. What’s wrong with me?3

I suppose all is not lost, this problem is easily rectified is it not? My name is Avery, Avery Alexandria Hathwell. My hair is the same brown as every other girl’s my eyes don’t have some hidden power that make boys trip over their own two feet and stutter. 4

I know what you’re thinking. It’s because she clearly just stated she didn’t which means that she does and she’s going to fall in love with a boy who’s going to love the color of her hair and her eyes and this will be sappy and gooey and fluffy and I no longer want to read this. That’s not this story, if you want, however, to read the aforementioned I saw a nice Judy Blume book on the shelf near here…5

I am being as honest as I will probably ever be, I am in all other words plain, uninteresting and I lack all qualities that make my outer shell aesthetically pleasing. In fact if I couldn’t flash, I would a Nobody walking around in a skin that just doesn’t seem to fit me right.6

I now believe I owe you the best possible explanation I can give you as to what the hell is going on because you are most definitely confused. Here goes, I see things. I don’t really know why or how but I do. I see them like broken media players in my head, the sounds like a song skipping and I don’t get much from it except phrases and people’s faces. However that’s usually enough for me to discern something. 7

My mother isn’t really my mother, she’s my mother’s sister, at least that’s what she’s told me. I can’t really know if she was lucid at the time of this announcement or on something. No matter how much I begrudge the woman, she’s put a roof over my head for the better part of eighteen years. The least I can do is to continue to keep her alive in return. I’d rather not say what she does for a living.8

I live two miles west of the middle of nowhere, which happens to be in Massachusetts. It’s a small town, smaller then you’d think no man’s land would be. There’s one high school with about five hundred kids in the entire place. The sober population is even less. Now divide the sober population by two and you have the population that still has their virginity. See the thing about small towns like this, there’s so little to entertain yourself with, so little to do. Thus they create their own activities, of course being high school students these activities are more often than not, not condoned by any adults. The irony of this situation, however, is unmistakably laughable, at least to me. Parents move to Small-Nowhere-Ville because they want their children to have a clean happy upbringing. They want their children to grow up without drugs and sex and violence, and they want only the best. 9

They came to the wrong place. 10

So now my newfound friends, our story begins with precisely the aforementioned; sex drugs and violence, and of course a little magic. So please dear reader, once more, and for the final time I shall urge you to put this book down and walk away. See I promise right now things won’t be sugar coated and pretty. In fact things will be bitter and sour and hard to swallow, they will get ugly. There will be points in this where you don’t think you can go on any further. There will be parts that rudely slap you in the face, that insult you and that shake your morals, parts you whole heartedly disagree with, parts that at the very least shall disgust and sear you because this is reality and reality is disgusting and searing. Take this as warning. 11