Cocoa

"Cocoa's a beautiful name." My father said. "Talking about cocoa I could use some hot cocoa." He added. All he ever thought about was food. But hey, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. At the time I was around 5, it was my birthday, and like normal I was asking my parents "why would they name me after a drink and not something like Luna or Raven or even Renee?"

All the kids made fun of me and sometimes before winter break and the holidays we would make hot chocolate and a girl would pour the one I made on myself and say, "Don't you like hot cocoa? It's in your name after all." I would burst into tears and my teacher would let me make a new one while the girl laughed. You can't judge me, I was 5.

Anyway enough about my childhood, you want to hear my story don't you? Well too bad, my life isn't important enough to have a story. Why are you still here? There's no story, not from my point of view. I know what you want, you want a story about a hero, or a villain, but I'm neither so you can leave. Stop reading. Leave. Watch YouTube or something.

FINE, DON'T LEAVE! I'LL TELL YOU A STORY, a story about a stupid girl who didn't want this burden.