The Storyteller

April had a wonderful life until she got an abusive and demanding boyfriend. now her life is a living hell but she can't seem to bring herself to end it. when she goes for a walk by a train track she sees a boy standing on them, and the train is coming, without thinking she pushes him out of the way and takes her own life. when she wakes up she is in heaven. She is told that because she took her own life to save someone else's, she gets to return to earth to make sure a story that someone wrote goes according to plan. Her story is Harry Potter (lucky her) so now she gets to go be a witch and make sure everything is how it should be, but that is a difficult task, can she make it happen?


3. Embarrasing

By 6 o'clock I was curled up in his bed with the covers drawn over my shoulders and shaking. Of course he had just the bottom half of his body covered up with his hands under head and his elbows slicking out in that sort of "I'm so cool' sort of look.

I was turned around and trying to put as much distance between him and me. I could feel his eyes rolling over to me, my heart dropped.

"Now wasn't that just great?"

"Yes, it was great." I felt his cold, unwelcoming hands on my side. I put the blankets over my shoulders for a reason! I could also feel the coldness and creepy pervertness coming off of him.

"Make me breakfast."

I turned my head and looked at him. He had a sort of rapist look on his face.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"What the hell do you think? I want eggs! shouldn't that just be obvious?"

"Yes, that's what I thought. How would like them prepared?"

"God you are stupid! The ones that look like boobs!"

"OK, the boob eggs. I'll get right on that." I grabbed my clothes still under the covers, I don't want him to see me naked anymore. I'm not comfortable with it. I pulled them on still under the covers and got up. His house was cold unwelcoming. It seemed that his house was telling me your not welcome here and never will be. The kitchen was at the end of the hallway. The hallway seemed to get longer. The hardwood floors looked cold . . . "Hey April! Hurry up! I want eggs!" I immediately stepped out of his room glad to be rid of him. Everything now went back to normal.

Once I reached the end of the hallway I reached the kitchen. I instinctively went to the fridge and instinctively pulled out eggs. His parents had a weird kitchen. everything just seemed to be in an awkward position. For example his fridge is right in the middle of two counters, where the oven is supposed to be. And the oven is along the edge of the wall, it's just weird.

I knew where everything is in his kitchen, so it didn't take me long to achieve a pan, cooking spray, and a wooden flat thingy. I have this whole system worked out to save time because if I don't get whatever it is Carl wants done, something bad will happen even if I don't what it is immediately.

I prepared the eggs and set them up to look like boobs. I also got some strawberries and cut them in half without taking off the tops just how he likes it. I learned that the hard way. I grabbed a fork, knife, spoon, and blue paper napkin and hurry back down the hallway.

Carl managed to pull some boxers on so I wasn't forced to look at his dick. He snatched the plate of food out of my hands and started shoveling. He is a absolute pig when it comes to eating. He will take big bites out of his food, too much for him to handle so he will start to chew with his mouth open. A few times he has spit food out on the plate and then put it back into his mouth.

He ate quickly with no spitting out.

"I have make-up in my car, can I go get it?"
"Not without me. I think you will leave me."

"OK will you come with me then?"

"Yeah, sure." The sex seemed to put him a great mood. This was never heard of.

After retrieving my make-up I put some on and asked for Carl's opinion.

"What are you some loser who doesn't know make-up? SEXIER!!"

"How's this?"
"Do you want guys staring at you?! Less"

"I think I found a happy medium." I got a thumbs up. Thank god!!!

When we were driving to school Carl told me I was looking a bit fat. The first thing I did was feel my heart sink, and then I sucked in as hard as I could. For the first time in my life I felt soooooo self-conscious. I have felt self-conscious before, but not like this. Not only did Carl say I need to eat less and exercise more,  I told myself that. It was humiliating. I don't know how I'm going to live through the day.

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I started a workout journal today. I have a schedule all worked out. I will write in it everyday. I hope I can keep my schedule. Carl may interfere.


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