AN: Hey guys and gals and welcome to my first story submitted to this site! This story is purely for the enjoyment of myself and anyone who happens to read it, and updates depend on if I’m lazy or busy(More than likely lazy). I have very little confidence in my writing ability so any feedback as to how I should go about future events in the story and any grammar mistakes reported would be greatly appreciated. One more thing before we get started is that I am starting this story blind, meaning I am going along with the flow with what I write. Without further ado? Let the story commence!
Chapter 1: A lot of backstory!
So let’s get one thing straight. I never had the intention of killing that guy, and I had NO intention of dying along with him either. All I wanted to do was help that old lady across the street! Oh? You have no clue what the fuck I’m talking about? Well I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Niall Hayes, Friends call me Nia, as to why i’m called that is because of my looks. I have shortish red hair that goes just passed my ears and beautiful green eyes, thanks to my irish side. But that isn’t what gave me such a girly nickname, who would do that over hair and eyes? It was the face, my face is about as feminine as possible, while still (not really at all) looking like a guy. Not to mention that my pale skin is extremely smooth and soft to the touch. I don’t even want to go into how many guys have mistaken me for a girl. Thanks to my feminine features, I have earned the nickname on Nia. Now don’t go expecting for me to act all feminine too okay? I love electro music and I love to fight! And… cooking and cleaning…and… cute things*Cries internally* Okay so I also ACT feminine as well, so what!? At least I can admit it! *Coughs* The point is that I like to do the house work most of the time, that’s what you get when you raise 2 nine year old little sisters. I don’t have any parents since they both died some 6 years ago in a car crash. When that happened, I’ll be honest, I was overjoyed. You see my parents were extreme drug and alcohol addicts.(AN: I know I’m making the MC extremely un relatable but bear with me here) They never had time for me or my sisters and because of that I, as the eldest sibling, took up the housework. I didn’t have many opportunities to make friends before they died, so I was pretty friendless for a while. I was always busy with housework, or worrying that my siblings are in danger at home. So when my parents died, I cried yes, but not from remorse or anything like that, I was crying with joy.
With them out of the way I was able to finally properly go to school and make friends like normal, with the exception of taking care of my sisters of course. Or at least I thought I would be able to. I was in eighth grade and it was in the middle of the year, I was always silent from the beginning so no one tried to talk to me and I couldn’t build up the courage to talk to anyone. So eighth grade proved fairly fruitless. Thankfully when I went into high-school I started to make more friends. I was much more open than before, and it was easy for me to make friends. Let’s just say I was the complete opposite of how I was in middle school. I also developed a love for fighting! How? Simple really. Some prick decided to hit on me (He even tried to grab my ass!), so I quickly turned around and socked him, which made him fall over. He got back up, did the whole, “YOU BITCH!” thing and charged at me with the finesse of a raging bull. In fact even for someone with no actual training, I was easily able to slip past him and punch him again! After it was all done, I realized I loved to fight! Pretty simple right?(maybe too simple -_-). Partially due to to both my feminine looks and fighting I became popular! Well, kinda. I became really popular with mainly girls, not like the girls were fawning over me or anything, they treated me more as one of their own. As for the boy’s, it was more of a love-hate thing with them, some(not many) liked me and and were okay with me, others(many) didn’t like me so much. They tried to bully me or beat me up a lot. I didn’t really have a problem with how I was treated, I’ve LONG since accepted that I am really girly, and embraced it. I’ve always enjoyed the company of girls more anyway, at least they don’t try to hit on me by grabbing my ass. As for the guys, I honestly couldn’t care less about them. Hmm, now that I think about it, maybe a reason they tried to bully me was jealousy? Eh, whatever. I always avoided boys anyway (I’m sure you know why) they’re just so creepy most of the time, at least the ones at my school, not all of them, but a good 90% I try to avoid. If you don’t know what I mean by creepy, just imagine that when one of the guys look at you, you get licked all over your body, by a creepy old man. That’s how it feels with the guys at my school. Though I know most males outside of school are fine though (I think i’m starting to sound like some radical feminist… maybe it’s from too much anime). My life went on like this for three years, While interesting enough, nothing out of the ordinary happened. That is, until the first day of my senior year. The day everything changed.
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Sorry, this chapter was just one HUGE backstory, and probably not very interesting to read. Well, if you got this far, Congrats! I hope you will continue reading… whenever I get around to making more chapters. Have a good one!