The Normal Life of a Crazy Girl
By: Gaby
PROLOGUE
Before you judge me, let me tell you one thing: I was NOT born crazy. I promise. I was a normal girl with a normal life, living in a normal house with not-so-normal parents. You see, my parents are different than most parents. My mom is a famous fashion designer, so she is always traveling to awesome places like Paris, Germany, England, and Italy. She takes the entire family with her too! Well, except for me. She never brings me and I have come to two conclusions why. One is that she possibly hates me, and two is that she forgets that I'm even alive. I'm going to have to go with numero two.
Then, there's my dad. He is a total bum. I know what you're thinking, 'What kind of daughter says that about her father?' Well, to answer your question, I'll tell you that I meant what I said. He really was a bum. Before mom and dad met and got married, my dad was living on the streets. Whenever I ask mom why she married him she always says the same thing to me, "I don't know, really. But as soon as I saw him licking food off the ground, it was like love at first sight." Okay, maybe I exaggerated a bit, but I'm pretty sure you're getting the picture.
Then, there was perfect, innocent, little old me. Here are the basics about me that you should know. My name is Alyxandria Greene. What a weird name, right? There's a funny story behind it too. When I was born, my mom let my dad pick the name I should have. So, to put it in a nice way my dad wasn't mentally stable, if you know what I mean. So now everyone spells my name wrong. Even my parents do and they gave me the name. At least it can't get any worse, right? WRONG!
My life went from bad to horrible! It's all because of that stupid accident, too. Sometimes, I wish I never woke up that horrible morning. If I didn't I wouldn't be in this stupid cave right now! OH! You probably have no idea what I'm talking about do you? Well, I'll start my story from the beginning. But before I begin I will warn you again that I'm not crazy, and everything I say is completely true. OK? Good. Now, as I was saying, it all started on a regular Monday morning….