the story of my life

My name is Avalon, but most people call me Ava. I have a twin sister-Macey- , and my best friend-Marge- ,and she has an older sister-Grace. I'll tell you two things:
#1: life isn't always easy.
#2: this is the story of my life and how it changed forever.


2. my free saturday

Avalon's Pov.

"Avalon, wake the fuck up and get your god-damn, lazy ass out of bed!!!", my sister screams, smacking me with a pillow at the same time.

"And a goodmorning to you too.", I say with a sarcastic tone, as I reach my hand closer to her face, pretending to try to ruin her makeup.

"Get your dirty ass hand away from my face!!!", she screams so loudly, I'm sure that the whole planet could hear it. Boy, that girl is serious about her face and how it looks. "Good," she says. "Now that you're up, I'm out. I am going to that club for teens just across town, and see who Ican bring home today."

"Okay," I say, just now remembering that it's saturday. I wait for her to leave the room, go down the stairs, and shut the front door behind her before I even bother calling Marge. I take a glance at the nightstand and grab my phone faster than the speed of lightning and diall her number.

"Hello," answers a cheery voice otherwise known as Marge.

"Hey," I say. "Wanna come over, Macey's gone for the day?"

"Sure," she says. "I'm on my way now." And with that, we hang up the phone. about ten seconds later, I hear the doorbell ring( we live right next to each other). I look throught he peephole to make sure it's Marge and then answer it.

"Hey, hey, hey," she says.

"Hola muchacha," I say, and we both burst out laughing as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

She comes in, closes the door behind her, and says "Come on. Weve got some work to do if we want to be the way cooler and more hillarious version of 'ICarly'." And with that, i grabbed my video camera, put it on the stand, and hit the record button for the countdown.

"And we're on in 5,4,3,2.....," I say, in preparation.

As the countdown stops, I start the show with "Hi, I'm Avalon." As Marge says

"And I'm Marge." And then we finish off the sentence in unison ,

"And this is the comedy corner!"

~skips rest of the show~

"And we're off!" I yell, like a director at an actor.

"Schubububulub!" Marge yells collapsing on my bed, as we both burst into laughter in unison. It's starange because we are more like twins than Macey and I are.

"sit up!" I say, and Marge sits up like a bullet. I ask Marge if I could please borrow her ipad and I search up the two tickets to a One Direction concert that they are giving away to two lucky people along with free backstage passes and gratefully, the contest is still going on; so mabe I could win those two tickets with Marge as my trusty companion. I enter the contest and it tells me that the results will come in tomorrow. Marge and I start cheering merrily, hoping that we are the winners of that contest. Unfortunately, Marge gets a text saying that she needs to go and that she could come back in ten minutes if she wanted to. She says she will come back as soon as possible, and with that, she leaves and Idrift off to a deep sleep.



"I love you," I say, looking into his deep, green eyes.

"I love you way more," He says, flashing a smile that shines brighter than the sun.

"Impossible," I say in one small breath of a passionate kiss we shared. He stops kissing and says

"If you love me, you would do me one simple favor."

"Anything," I reply, putting a lot of wonder and curriosity into my voice.

"Well, there are certain people who owe me a certain debt, and my repayment has been long overdue," He replies, with malice in his voice. "I want you to make sure they know that they sould've reapaid me when they had the chance."

"How am I supposed to do that?" I ask. All he replies is

"Kill them."

"No," I say, sternly.

"But I thought you loved me," He says, fake tears welling up in his eyes.

"Nevermind that," I say, more sternly this time.

"Let me rephrase what I said," He says. "You kill them or I kill you........"

"No!," I yell, very sternly. And with that, he grabs my hair and spins me around in circles. "Stop, stop," I yell, my voice cracking and in panic, along with pain. "Stop, please!" And with that, he lets go, and watches me fall into a huge pile of boxes, laughing. "I hate you, Marcus," I say with a bleeding jaw. "And I always will."


~Flashback/Nightmare ends~


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