Once upon a story

Chaper One

Dear reader,

You know when you were younger and you were read all those 'fairy tales' about princess and princes, witches and wizards. Well, what if I told you those were real. Where I come from its well-known that some people get carried away on adventures, where I come from there are two types of people, characters and writers. My family are all writers and I was destined for that path too, until about a year ago. Like so many people before me I became a character but the problem was I'm not too keen on letting someone else go chopping and change my story, so I'm writing it instead. I’m going to take the leap and be both a character and a writer.

So here goes.

Once upon a time, no that sounds like something my mum would open with, let’s start with something new.

Once upon a story:

There was a girl, unnoticeable, someone plain, brown hair and storm sky eyes. Small, 15, living in a world split between writers and characters. Two parents, an older brother, various other family members. Goes to school, between lessons she dreams. Not of being a character and finding her Prince Charming but of getting the perfect story.

Notebook in hand I walked home, noticing everything, searching for something that would jump me from a nobody to a fully-fledged writer. Not like my parents, I've read their stories, not so good, the same old, princess meets prince. I mean some people love all that mushy stuff and I hold nothing against them but it’s really not for me. I have read those types of books and it just seem so obvious, these people go on amazing adventures but then as soon as ‘the one’ appears they let go of all of that. If something like that happened to me I would never give it up for some guy and anyway there was no handsome prince waiting for me round the next corner. Instead stood my older brother, grinning like an idiot besides his best friend who was doubled over laughing.

"Oi! Little red, see what Tyler has just been sent" Jack yells and waves me over, my eyes automaticity roll at that stupid nickname, it started off as an offhand comment at my clothing choices but now it has stuck and will follow me wherever my brother is.

"Who's it from" I ask as Tyler's phone is shoved under my face. I look down to see yet another anonymous text announcing their ‘undying love’ for him. Tyler's from a long line of characters but as he hasn't been in a story yet, girls literally throw themselves at him but  if you ignore the fact he has the most annoying best friend in history he could be considered slightly attractive. If you like the floppy, constantly swished, dyed blonde, side fringe type of hair on a guy.

"Why is this one funnier that the last 10,000 you have got" I ask him looking up at their still grinning faces.

"Well, it's anon but" Tyler paused for effect mid-reply and points to my brother “we checked it on his mobile and we know who it's from" They both double over laughing again.

"Hilarious" I say walking away, unable to hear which girl is head over hills this time. Sometime I look at them both and think how they could possibly be sixteen now, they both act like twelve year olds with their giggling and the fact that as soon as they get home they will both be on their consoles playing some silly game.

I continue walking down the hill; I hear a car come speeding behind me and jump further on the pavement. People think it’s a race track around these parts which annoys both of my parents whenever they are home. Due to them being ‘professional writers’ they aren’t home much which just leaves me and Jack which is fine, I guess. I’m only a few minutes away from my house now and I can even see the gate that opens up to our little garden. My house is weird. In a sweet way, but still weird. We live on a row of regular brick houses, three windows and a door out front, the type you would draw when you were little. A few years ago the council started buying up all of the land around our house. They knew from previous experience that we were not going to sell so they just built around us, framed our little cottage in mass produced regular houses. Therefore my house stands out like a sore thumb, my friends think it’s ‘cool’ and ‘unique’ I just think it’s weird.