fairy tales arent true

Chapter six

Yet another day I must wake up to. Only this time I have something different to ponder about. Every moment that letter and its words burn through my mind like the burn marks on the note itself. I force my self to get up to start the boring and stressful day ahead of me. The same routine as always. How do people live like this? I need adventure. I want to go to far off places. I want to find a place charming. As cliché as it sounds its what i really feel in my heart. Between and during classes i read books and get a glimps of what its like. The writers words are my scrambled thoughts organized beautifully in an array of figurative language and well planned out plots. I suddenly hear the loud smack of my math teacher's dry erase marker on the silver plate connected to the board. "Cassie, please pay attention. You will need this for the final!" I pretend to listen and rip my eyes away from my book. My attention span is decreasing at a rapid speed and I zone out on what she is saying. My mind falls back to the thought of the note. The vast opportunities it holds is unmeaurable. I realize I must make a decision. Will I go to the woods and risk my life? Or will I stay home wondering what will happen next and never knowing if I missed out on the chance of a lifetime? Which ever I choose I have to choose it soon. Ever since I received that note I have been unable to concentrate on anything. School work, reading, anything that I do is poisoned by it. Just the mere thought of being able to have that kind of alternate world to explore is exhilarating.