Hidden

Introduction and Chapter one

In which a weird authoress shares her weird book character named Alexi Rose Styles who shares her life story which is hopefully more interesting than this summary.

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Welcome to my story, Hidden. I really hope you enjoy it! :)

I have a few things to say.

1- This is my story, please do NOT copy it in any way.

2- I am a weird person so this story may be quite weird. No, scratch that, this story WILL be weird:)

3- Enjoy! :)

<3

P.S The chapters are kinda short...sorry...

P.P.S Warning! This book is going to be carrot-y!

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ALEXI'S P.O.V

I could feel warm sunshine on my face. It was very comforting. Unlike last night which was absolutely FREEZING. I slowly opened my eyes and stretched my arms. Then I got up cautiously, making sure I didn't bang my head on the porch steps above. I did that yesterday. It was rather painful. No, let me change that, it was VERY painful. I have a lump on my forehead to prove it!

Anyway...I'm rambling aren't I? Yep, I think I am...back to the story...wait...who am I talking to anyways? Oh by the way, before you tell me 'anyways' is improper grammar, let me just point out that I don't need you to. That's just the way I say it and it's my life, not yours. Annnd I am rambling again! Sorry, I tend to do that a lot... Okay...so...

Well, I leaned forward and peeked out through the porch steps. Why? How? Are you asking that? Well...let me explain. And introduce myself.

My name, is Alexi Rose Styles. Also known as Lexi. Not that I have any friends that call me Lexi...I just...call myself that.

Anyways, I was under the porch steps. Yeah, the porch steps of an expensive motel. Why? Because. I live there. What?!
I LIVE THERE? Yeah. I'm just a poor, hidden, homeless girl who lives under the porch steps of an expensive motel.

Why an expensive motel? Well, I picked this motel because there are animals on the huge property. So? Well, I can share the food scraps which are given to the animals. And the food scraps are actually pretty good quality since it's an EXPENSIVE motel. So do you get why I picked an expensive motel? No? Well too bad then. Cos' I'm not explaining it again.

Anyways...before I start an argument with myself...let me continue explaining my story to...myself...haha I'm so weird. I always talk to myself and kind of tell my story to myself. But I mean, when you live by yourself, you do get lonely, so even yourself, is a better companion than nobody at all.

Okay, 'myself' is probably getting bored, so I should continue on with my story. Actually, first I should give 'myself' a name. I can't just call her that. Hmm...oh I know the perfect name! Darcy. I've always loved that name. Don't ask why. I just do. OKAY, SO I WILL CONTINUE TELLING MYSEL- Sorry, I mean 'DARCY' my story. Gosh I am so weird...but continuing on!