some kind of invincible.

Angie Starr.

That name had been given to me. It wasn’t the best. It was pretty cliché actually.

I hated my name.

It was stupid, shallow, and out dated.

No one named their children after angels and stars anymore. No, they decided to take a leap into a new frontier and make up their own names.

I wanted to make a name for myself, something that would let me break out of the mold I had been built in. I wanted freedom.

I needed to taste it. It seemed to close sometimes, but as soon as I made a move towards it, it would be snatched from my sight. Like a child with a candy bar. You offer them the confection and they stare at you, their eyes wide with delight.

Only for you to tear that wrapper off and shove it into your mouth, and say “just kidding!” and walk away.

That poor child would then burst into tears and run to her/his mother.

Do you know how that feels? No, I guess not.

You’re finally a rock star. You scream perfection; just watching you walk has made me swoon. You have the look, the sound, and you have the girl whose heart you broke under your belt.

Wait, haha. That girl was me.

You know, sometimes I really piss myself off. I hate the way I buy magazines with your face on the cover, flipping through every page, sighing wistfully like another lovesick teen.

But that doesn’t make sense, why would a girl like me do that?

I have everything an average teen would kill for. Well, almost everything.

I lost the two most important things in my life thanks to fame and fortune.

I lost you.

But you aren’t as important as her.

She was my best friend.

But I lost her anyways.

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Here's the opening preface to Unreliable. This is my favorite opening ever.

Okay, bye.

-Angie