Story: The Twisted Tale of My Wicked Faerie Godmother
Genre: Love, Drama
Author’s Note: So this is the revised version. I doubt I made it better. I might just scratch the entire concept of the prologue. Enjoy !
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If there was one thing in my life that caused me to curl in my bed, wanting to melt away, it was Michael Adams. He was definitely the bane of my existence. I didn’t enjoy school anymore because of how he treated me on a daily basis. I didn’t want to leave the comforts of my own bed just so that I wouldn’t have to see him again. Maybe that was a little extreme, but Michael wasn’t exactly someone I liked to be associated with. He’s a jerk. And he wasn’t a jerk in the sense that he treated girls badly; it was just that he annoyed everybody. He didn’t know when to shut up or when to mind his own business. He cracked idiotic jokes and ate everyone’s food without permission. Michael was the epitome of obnoxiousness. With his attitude, he would never get a girlfriend.
Most people would guess that I’d have feelings for him and all this loathing was just an act. But that would only happen if the story I’m about to tell you was a stupid teen cliché romance high school story; however, it’s not that at all. I can’t even consider having any feelings remotely related to love for Michael. And not just because he was evil (though he might be only 99% evil); he had instances of genuine kindness, but that couldn’t eclipse the way he treated me. He always meddled with my love life and never treated girls like a gentleman.
But either way, I suppose I’d have to thank him. Because without him, I definitely wouldn’t have a story to tell you. I wouldn’t be able to tell you about how I fell in love. Michael may have been evil but in some twisted sense of the phrase, he was kind of my faerie godmother. He helped me find love.