My family.
Hello. My names Storm. And I wanna tell you the story of how I met a girl named Gwen. But first let me tell you my past. My ‘family’.
[23 years later, when storm was born]
“Ew! We had a girl! I didn’t want her!”
“I know honey. I’m sorry.”
“Why don’t we just name her storm. I mean, storms always ruin everything!”
[6 years after that, storms 6]
“M-mom…I don’t wanna wear this dress.”
“Suck it up and shut your mouth! Before you get that soap back in it!”
“Yes ma’am.”
[15 years, storms 16]
“Mom please! Don’t go! I can’t be stuck with dad!”
“Be quiet you little bitch! I never wanted you anyways!”
[21 years, 22 year old storm]
“I can’t take this anymore dad! I’m leaving!”
“You better not walk out that do-“
*Front door slams*
[Present time]
That was my ‘family’. It’s in the past. I hate looking on the past. But now. Let’s just get on with that story.
Let’s skip to when I left
