Paz

Prologue

  So, um... Where do I start?

  It was pretty quick... happened so fast, it was like I didn't know what hit me. Technically speaking, I didn't. I was never that good at explaining things. Felt like one minute I was just doing my normal thing, going to school, dealing with what I normally did, but now I rarely see my friend, I haven't spoken to a normal person in days, and to top it all off, I've got to deal with these new... things.

  Despite being around people who are basically in the same situation as everyone else here, I've been getting more questions than I'd prefer - most of them don't even involve what I would expect. I guess I just don't like answering questions. All in all, it makes me irritated. Sure, I've been asking myself questions for the past night or so as well, just not the kind of questions the others ask. Mine are more like ones that incorporate the word, "Why."

  Why. Why. Why.

  Why me? What's the point of choosing me? Why am I so significant? Why am I the way I am?

  Why am I so important?

  So many questions, so little time.

  It's only been a day or so, really, and I've already thought about cutting them off. It's just a thought though, I'm probably too scared to carry it out anyway. It might paralyze me or something if I do it wrong. Is that such a bad thing though? Would it be better or worse that way?

  Anyway, I expect that this book is going to be pretty filled if I can remember to write in it, but we'll see until then, so what better way to start off something like this than with a cliche beginning?

  My name is Paz, and this is my story