Ok. Here it goes. The story of my life.
My full name is Abbey-Elizabeth Katerina Terbithscine. Pretty long, right? But, here come the nicknames, everybody calls me Kat, Kitkat, Katie, or just Katerina. No one in my life except for my parents (and, on occassion, my grandparents when they are either being really nice or extremely furious with me, like the time I almost set my grandma’s house on fire baking cookies when I was 5) has called me Abbey or Elizabeth at all. Almost none of my friends even know my real full name. Wait, why am I telling you this? This isn’t a biography is it? Well it kindof is, but thats not the point. The point is I’m trying to tell you of a certain time in my life that was full of tension that needed to be told. Ok, lets just skip the small details. My name’s Kat, I’m 14, and I havent dated any guy in 2 years. I mean, I’ve liked guys, had crushes, but I havent collected enough courage to tell a guy I’ve liked him.Until now.Also FWI ,14+singlefortoolong=SOCIALSUICIDE.