Sometimes,I wish fantasies were real. Like,I could really be a witch and go to Hogwarts and play Quidditch,or fight monsters, ride chariots and get prohecies from the Oracle of Delephi at Camp Half-Blood with Percy,or,even,crazily,be in the Hunger Games,with the thrill and the fear of wondering if you'll live another day,and standing next to Katniss with her bow at the ready, seeming nothing could stop her,not even the Capitol. But sadly,I happen to be human,with nothing interesting in my life. Maybe that's why I enjoy reading so much,its like a secret dimension,a hidden escape for me so I dont have to face reality,filled with fictional characters and their addictive stories...
