Rainbow Horse and the Trashy Tramp
Story of our Lives
Written and Illustrated by: Ashlika and Jillian
PROLOGUE
Once upon a time in a land not so far away in a magical place called C-Town, Georgia there lived two girls. As young children, the two lived separate lives, but little did they know that they would be whisked away into the world of friendship, an inseparable bond.
ASHLEY
I had bangs. Enough said. They were my trademark and my curse. From the time I had hair my mom would chase me down with a pair of old dull scissors to cut my bangs in a straight line below my eyebrows. Well… actually it wasn’t a straight line. More like a thick zigzag of hair that masked my entire forehead for the first eighteen years of my life. My bangs affected my life both emotionally and socially. I had no friends, and the people I thought were friends really made fun of my bangs both behind my back and to my face. I did not know the true meaning of friendship. As I grew older I yearned to be freed from my bangs but each time I tried to rid myself of this characteristic that was paining my life, my mother would come at me with those awful scissors. When I was fourteen years old, my bangs and I joined the marching band at Central High School. The band had been selected to go to the Rose Parade in Pasadena, California that year and we were all extremely eager for the plane to take off. However… I had a little hindrance. My bangs and I got mono and I was unable to select my own group of friends to room with. Therefore, my room was selected for me and this is how I met my best friend.
JILLIAN
Hello. My name is Jillian and I have a problem. (Hi Jillian)I am somewhat OCD. For those of you who don’t know, that means Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. And that means that I like things to be in a certain order and I like things to be done my way and only my way. The only thing not OCD about my life is my bedroom. It is a pigsty. It always has been. Growing up, my mom worked at a hospital in Atlanta. Therefore, my daddy dressed me and sent me to nursery school everyday. For those of you that know anything about men, they can’t dress little girls. I was forced to go to school in outfits that didn’t always match and my hair never looked cute or pretty because my daddy always fixed it. And I had an older brother that was always mean to me and we always fought. He made me a tougher person, but I love him. I had one best friend in the 4th and 5th grade. Her name was Cathy, but she moved to Texas before the 6th grade and I haven’t heard from her since. Throughout middle school, I played in the band. And that’s all she wrote. When it came time for high school, I joined the Central Carroll Marching Pride. As a band, we were selected to march in one of the most prestigious parades in the world, The Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena, California. Since I had no friends, I was randomly selected to be in a room with these three other girls that I hardly knew. And that is how I met my best friend.
Story of our Lives
Written and Illustrated by: Ashlika and Jillian
PROLOGUE
Once upon a time in a land not so far away in a magical place called C-Town, Georgia there lived two girls. As young children, the two lived separate lives, but little did they know that they would be whisked away into the world of friendship, an inseparable bond.
ASHLEY
I had bangs. Enough said. They were my trademark and my curse. From the time I had hair my mom would chase me down with a pair of old dull scissors to cut my bangs in a straight line below my eyebrows. Well… actually it wasn’t a straight line. More like a thick zigzag of hair that masked my entire forehead for the first eighteen years of my life. My bangs affected my life both emotionally and socially. I had no friends, and the people I thought were friends really made fun of my bangs both behind my back and to my face. I did not know the true meaning of friendship. As I grew older I yearned to be freed from my bangs but each time I tried to rid myself of this characteristic that was paining my life, my mother would come at me with those awful scissors. When I was fourteen years old, my bangs and I joined the marching band at Central High School. The band had been selected to go to the Rose Parade in Pasadena, California that year and we were all extremely eager for the plane to take off. However… I had a little hindrance. My bangs and I got mono and I was unable to select my own group of friends to room with. Therefore, my room was selected for me and this is how I met my best friend.
JILLIAN
Hello. My name is Jillian and I have a problem. (Hi Jillian)I am somewhat OCD. For those of you who don’t know, that means Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. And that means that I like things to be in a certain order and I like things to be done my way and only my way. The only thing not OCD about my life is my bedroom. It is a pigsty. It always has been. Growing up, my mom worked at a hospital in Atlanta. Therefore, my daddy dressed me and sent me to nursery school everyday. For those of you that know anything about men, they can’t dress little girls. I was forced to go to school in outfits that didn’t always match and my hair never looked cute or pretty because my daddy always fixed it. And I had an older brother that was always mean to me and we always fought. He made me a tougher person, but I love him. I had one best friend in the 4th and 5th grade. Her name was Cathy, but she moved to Texas before the 6th grade and I haven’t heard from her since. Throughout middle school, I played in the band. And that’s all she wrote. When it came time for high school, I joined the Central Carroll Marching Pride. As a band, we were selected to march in one of the most prestigious parades in the world, The Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena, California. Since I had no friends, I was randomly selected to be in a room with these three other girls that I hardly knew. And that is how I met my best friend.
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