Daydreamer // 𝘎𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦

Struck by Lightning

i've always been a book worm.

The smell of a new book, that feeling of wonder and adventure, the way the words on the page come alive inside of my head, and for a moment, for a very small moment, i forget about the world around me.

I get lost inside of my head, I feel the water as I imagine myself going on a quest with Percy Jackson. I imagine myself carrying a crossbow as i fight alongside Katniss Everdeen, or I become the main character, a Divergent. I love feeling the glory, the suspense, the pure bliss of those moments.

I would imagine myself as Harry Potter's long lost twin sister, or a young witch discovering how powerful she is, I would imagine myself having multiple love interests as I walk the halls of Hogwarts.

But I know that that's not my reality. I'm a daydreamer.

I also have an unhealthy passion for fanfictions, whether it was reading them or writing them. But that's besides the point.

It's just fun to get away sometimes.

"Annabelle! Get your ass down here!" my wretched foster mom, Pam, screamed from the bottom of the stairs. I hurry to get out of bed and ran downstairs, or I like to call it a bed at least. It's just a mattress on a cold floor in the attic, it's better than living under the staircase.

"Yes?" i asked her, breathing quite heavily from the 3 second jog i just had.

"I fucking told you yesterday that I needed you to go to the store this morning to buy us more eggs." Pam then got uncomfortably close to my face, "Are you incompetent? Now my Susan can't have her bacon omelette. Go to the kitchen and fix it." she huffed, and walked away.

Pam is a plump woman. She has big yellow teeth and in some angles, she resembles a mix of Shrek and Vernon Dursley.

Susan is quite literally her twin. But 20 years younger.

I get treated more like the maid than a human being. I guess in someways, Harry Potter and I are the same.

I sighed and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, today will be a long day.

It also happens to be my birthday.

I have come to terms with the fact that I might never have a real family, and I'm okay with that.

I work part time at our local library, The pay isn't so great, but at least they let me borrow the books for free. Today's a gloomy day. It's been raining nonstop since the morning, I just hope the rain isn't accompanied by lightning, I have a crippling fear of thunder.

I quickly made Susan her breakfast and made my way upstairs to get ready.

She, like her mother, is a wretched little girl. I try my best to avoid her at all costs. It's hard when she's constantly being a little rat. Yes, I'm getting bullied by a 9 year old. What has the world become?

I threw on a pair of leggings and a gray hoodie, I grabbed my raincoat and rain boots and hopped on my yellow bike. It's very old and it's falling apart but I've been saving up for a new one, Pam doesn't like to drive me anywhere. if I ask her to take me anywhere, she asks for gas money. Lovely foster mother.

"Shit." I muttered, and made my way back inside of the little complex, I forgot my book bag. I had some books I needed to return today, my current reread is The Goblet of Fire, my favorite.

I quickly paddled my way to work, I was already late as is. I then abruptly feel myself drenched in cold water and in a cradled position on the concrete ground. Of course, just my luck, I tripprd over a pothole.

"Great." i sighed and attempted to get back up. I then no longer feel my book bag straps on my shoulder, I looked to my right and I see it and The Goblet of Fire in a pool of water.

"No, no, no, no!" I quickly go to grab it, this is coming out of my paycheck.

And then a loud boom rattles the ground, and i see bright flashed engolf the gloomy sky.

How convenient.

"Can this day get any worse?" i bitterly muttered to myself.

I suddenly feel my bones snapping inside of my chest, my limbs began feeling lighter than air, and my insides felt like they were vibrating.

I then heard myself take my last breath.