-- Prologue --
Most good stories begin with 'Once upon a time', or 'There was once a beautiful princess named Isabella, who lived in a castle far, far away.' My story is a tad bit different... or rather, it's completely different... but it's a good story nonetheless. My name is Sissi - not Isabella, or Irene, or Victoria, or even Juliet – it's just simple, plain old Sissi. No elegance whatsoever... unlike those gorgeous princess names. My story also doesn't begin quite as stylishly as theirs does... as a matter of fact, it begins exactly opposite of stylish...
What's the antonym of stylish? 'Unstylish'? Is 'Unstylish' even a word? Last time I checked it was... but then, last time I checked I was also as far as a human being could be from passing English.
Anyhow, my story's beginning lacks a butt-load of classiness... I mean, it starts out with two simple words... what kind of princess story starts with only two words? More so when said two words are Oh, and Crap – in that exact order too, just take out the 'and'... I only added it for extra emphasis anyway.
Anyhow, my name is Sissi... and I'm an alcoholic. I've been sober for about two months now...
Aha, fooled you, right? Totally kidding... in all seriousness however, my name is Sissi... and I'm no princess; I'm failing just about every class humanly possible – though really, this wouldn't be so tragic were it not for that fact that my own father is my principal, I'm going to get kicked off the cheerleading team for having not obtained passing grades, I'm eighteen which means graduation is coming up eventually and I have no idea whether or not I'll make it – and even if I do, what college will want me – and then there's the heartbreaking truth that I have liked the same guy for years and years and years, and I don't believe he returns the same feelings... so I'm stuck in the whole, 'unrequited love' thing or... whatever. But anyhow, yes... I know boy of my dreams had nothing to do with my grades, but come on people... I was on a roll.
Anyhow, onward story-hoe – If that makes... any sense to you whatsoever. The prologue is basically just an excuse for my depressing introduction anyway... so I'll see you all in the first chapter.
Most good stories begin with 'Once upon a time', or 'There was once a beautiful princess named Isabella, who lived in a castle far, far away.' My story is a tad bit different... or rather, it's completely different... but it's a good story nonetheless. My name is Sissi - not Isabella, or Irene, or Victoria, or even Juliet – it's just simple, plain old Sissi. No elegance whatsoever... unlike those gorgeous princess names. My story also doesn't begin quite as stylishly as theirs does... as a matter of fact, it begins exactly opposite of stylish...
What's the antonym of stylish? 'Unstylish'? Is 'Unstylish' even a word? Last time I checked it was... but then, last time I checked I was also as far as a human being could be from passing English.
Anyhow, my story's beginning lacks a butt-load of classiness... I mean, it starts out with two simple words... what kind of princess story starts with only two words? More so when said two words are Oh, and Crap – in that exact order too, just take out the 'and'... I only added it for extra emphasis anyway.
Anyhow, my name is Sissi... and I'm an alcoholic. I've been sober for about two months now...
Aha, fooled you, right? Totally kidding... in all seriousness however, my name is Sissi... and I'm no princess; I'm failing just about every class humanly possible – though really, this wouldn't be so tragic were it not for that fact that my own father is my principal, I'm going to get kicked off the cheerleading team for having not obtained passing grades, I'm eighteen which means graduation is coming up eventually and I have no idea whether or not I'll make it – and even if I do, what college will want me – and then there's the heartbreaking truth that I have liked the same guy for years and years and years, and I don't believe he returns the same feelings... so I'm stuck in the whole, 'unrequited love' thing or... whatever. But anyhow, yes... I know boy of my dreams had nothing to do with my grades, but come on people... I was on a roll.
Anyhow, onward story-hoe – If that makes... any sense to you whatsoever. The prologue is basically just an excuse for my depressing introduction anyway... so I'll see you all in the first chapter.
Author's Note
I know several of you are probably ranting about Sissi being out of character, but come on people... she's aged a little - give the poor thing, and the author, a break.
Anyhow, I started Unrequited Love in the middle of summer break and am currently still continuing it. If anyone in the guild enjoyed it, please tell me and I'll try and get other chapters up ~ <3
Anyhow, I started Unrequited Love in the middle of summer break and am currently still continuing it. If anyone in the guild enjoyed it, please tell me and I'll try and get other chapters up ~ <3
