Hi my name is April. I love my name and everybody seems to like it, I say hi my name is April and they say, oh what a lovely name, it so suites you. My dad, Jack used to say people grow into their names and I think that's true. My dad, hmm well my dad says a lot of things and seems to think he is funny, funny as in funny haha, I however don't.
You see my dads full name is jack fool, once a fool always a fool he says, he says it all the time, like a stuck record. Still I love him to bits don't get me wrong but I just wish he had not thought it so funny to call me April, April fool. Well he was right about a lot of things because I grew up into a right Fool.
All my life I have suffered from my name, the teacher would say, will A Fool please hand the pencils out, or what fool did this and add or should I say A Fool did this or that, and how everybody would laugh, like it was the first time they had heard it or something.
Well soon no more, because I am getting married to my childhood sweetheart. Me and mark have lived next door all our lives, well not all, but all to date, and at just 5years old he said he was going to marry me. We grew up together and together we intend to grow old.
His name is mark showers, so I will go from April Fool to April Showers. That's a bit shit really but who cares, we are in love and anything is better than been a fool all my life.
Dad's inspiration for naming me April was not based solely on me been a Fool, but you see I was born in April, April the 1st to be exact, better known as April fools day.
My personality, as anybody who knows me is bright and bubbly, always I have a smile on my face and a spring in my step. At school I was always good at sport, I was in the gymnastics squad the hockey team and even had time to be the head cheerleader for the guys football team. I am not boasting but I am a bit of a hottie, I have been told no end of times I could be a model with my looks and figure. It's not for me though, I want to be a scientist. Did I mention I am also a bit of a genius, and so modest.
My dad is the local vicar and brought me up very proper. Even though mark has been my boyfriend for ever, and we are engaged to be married, still I have kept myself pure. Well not too pure, we have fooled around a little. I let him touch me there, you know, there, but I kept my panties on, and I have jerked him off a time or two. Well I had to really he said if I didn't he might go blind and I don't want a blind husband. I want to find a cure for cancer not waste my time curing blind husbands.
Anyway me and mark decided on the night of my 18th birthday we were going to do it, you know, IT. It was getting very distracting been horny all the time and I couldn't concentrate on my studies, mark said I was frustrated, so we decided, well he suggested it and I agreed that he could pop my cherry, that's how mark put it. He said he would pop my tight little cherry and fuck me every night for ever and ever, or at least until we got too old, about 30 or so probably.
Well it's my 20th birthday tomorrow, no I didn't get it wrong, tomorrow I will be 20 years old and the day after, Andrew Day and I will be married. So I will become April Day.
What can I say? What happened to mark and the two years from 18 to 20? Good question.
Well the morning of my 18th birthday, you remember the day mark got to pop my little cherry, well it turned out kinda different.
I got up as usual, all excited, it been my 18th birthday and all. I checked my snapbookfacegramtweety thing of whatever social media we were using way back then, well 2 years ago, which seems a life time ago now.
Mark was keeping his birthday plan on how, where and when we were going to do it a secret. So when I had a message from an anonymous source I naturally assumed it was just mark been all mysterious.
