Allie Harris.
Seventeen years old.
Obsessed with My Chemical Romance.
Failing every class (except art).
Just been fired from a shitty job at starbucks.
Me, yesterday.
Allie Harris.
Still seventeen years old.
Still obsessed with My Chemical Romance.
Still failing the majority of my classes.
Still jobless.
Dating Gerard Way.
Me, today.
Of course, there just happened to be six months squeezed in between yesterday and today.
Wondering how it happened? You'll have to read my story. I've written it all down, everything I can remember - which is a lot, but at the same time, not much. Just like I told you: it all happened just yesterday, but at the same time, six months ago. It's... complicated, but true. And kinda scary, actually, once you know exactly what happened.
Oh, and there's one thing you need to know:
Don't blink.
Blink and you're dead.
Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink.
Good luck.
