Fantasies Forbidden

Chapter One

What would you do if your whole life was a huge cycle that million of kids have done. What if you have no say in your future or your present and you didn't even have a say in your past. I asked this because that's me. I have no say. None of us do. It's decided for us. By people that i'll never meet in my lifetime.

But it seems that I'm the only person who cares. I'm the only person out of millions that doesn't want the future they have planned for me. This kind of thinking got me into a lot of trouble and I got bullied. A lot!

I hated it. The teachers looking down at me. Tsking because I was different saying "Ether Tidbit go to the elders office!". Punishing me because I wanted more out of life than to be like everyone else. I wanted adventure, fun, and love! The things I've read in my great grandpas journals.

If people knew I had them I'd be punished severely. Books weren't aloud. Especially ones like my gramps wrote. They had burned all books years before my great grandpa was born. But he kept a few hidden and wrote his own.

I loved them. My most prized possessions. I read them every night. Behind closes doors with my old flash light and one day I will have my own adventures, find love, and have fun doing it. One day I swear it!

---Seventeenth Birthday---

"Gosh does no one clean the attic anymore?" I wispered to myself. I wasn't supposed to be up here. Ever! But everything that was left of gramps was up here. Hidden away. He was an embarrassment to my family. Everyone thought he was crazy But me. He's the smartest man I know. Lived his own life the way he wanted.

"Yes another book!" I widowed loudly and cover my mouth listening. I've already read his first three books.

"Daughter! Where are you?" I hear my mother yell.

Crap, Crap, crap! I think to myself as I climb down the attic steps. Hiding the book in my loose shirt. This isn't the first time I've done this. I raise the steps leaving no trace that I was doing what I was told not to.

"Ah. Daughter there you are. Come with me. Father and I have a birthday gift for you." She smiles. I can tell It's fake. Everything about our life is fake.

"What's the gift mom?" I say with a sarcastic tone. She doesn't catch it. Of course.

"Call me mother!" She scolded me.

"Sure thing mom." I reply with a little sass.

"Let's get this over with then Father. " she says sitting next to my dad.

"Daughter. It is good to see you." He welcomes me.

"I saw you like thirty minutes ago dad." I say looking down on the couch.

"Right. We'll we are sending you away to boot camp. Maybe they can teach you better than us daughter." He says never showing an emotion. They're not supposed to. It's sad really.

"So because I'm different You're shipping me off?" I ask surprised.

"Yes." Was all get said then he got up and left.

"This isn't easy daughter. You leave in the morning." She said walking away too.

"I'm sure It's not." I sigh. Typical. Might as we'll go pack I suppose. I say then I remember the little journal I have tucked in my shirt.

I run to my room. Taking it out and looking at the cover. It's beautiful. The stitching looks like vines and roses and the cover is titled.

FANTASIES FORBIDDEN.