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You say loves overrated, I say its complicated

The Cliche Introduction

Life often gives you lemons, well at least that is the case for me. My name is Olivia Renee Doyle. This is the story on how I met the one and only Zachary Steven Merrick, fell in love, pushed him away, and lost him. To know our story together you need to get to know me.

I am the fourth child of eight born to Bernadina and William Doyle. Bernadina and William became high school sweethearts their senior year when my mother came over from Cannes, France to study for the year and she never went back. I had a twin brother named Owen, yes I just said had I will explain that later in our story. My other siblings names are (just in case you are curious) James, Daniel, Andrea, Oscar, Damien, and Aaron. I grew up in a small town called North East in Maryland which is located on the Chesapeake Bay. It is a beautiful area to grow up in but not such a good town for keeping a job, especially for someone who is trying to raise a large family. That is what led to my dad leaving when I was 6 years old to find “work” in Washington DC. This “work” caused him to never come back which caused my mother to go kind of crazy. She became addicted to alcohol and perscription medication about 6 weeks after he left when she realized that 1. he was not coming back and 2. she would have to actually work to put food on the table. Let’s just get to the point of what I trying to say, I now have trust issues when it comes to people.

By the time I met Zack I was holding down 2 jobs, getting straight A’s in school, cooking for my little brothers, and making time for my friends. It took a lot of caffeine to get this done but I must say I have done pretty well for myself. I have worked my ass off to get where I am today. The jobs that I was holding at the time of meeting Zack were probably not the best for a 16 year to be doing. I worked at a gentleman’s club 3 nights a week from 6pm until 3am and I worked at the local Circle K another 3 days a week from 4pm until midnight, leaving me with 1 night a week for myself. On the rare nights I found a way to take a day off I would often go down to the beach with my friends to have a bonfire, drink and forget about my worries.

Notes

New story yay :)

How do you guys like it? Should I continue the story?

New (longer) chapter will be up later this week.

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