The Paper People

Chapter One-Introduction

Marley P. O. V

My name is Marley. I'm afraid that's all I can tell you. I'm trapped inside here. I can't get out.
I am read by everyone. And each time I am read, my story captures the heart of yet another unsuspecting victim. And my face remains forever in there head.
One man who read me called me beautiful. Rather flattering it is I suppose.
But they don't know what I really look like.
And neither do I.
I used to be a trapped with a boy named James.
But he moves onto another book.
Not as if I found him the least bit interesting anyway.
You, my little bookworm, may call me Mar.
Today, you were hurt bookworm.
The bullies stomped on your pride and trashed what little confidence you had left.
Ignore them my love.
You're so much better.
Sleep now bookworm.
Read later.
The Paper People

James P.O.V.

Marley. I remember Marley.
Trapped inside whatever universe this is, I remember Marley. I remember her face and her blue eyes and the way her hair was brown but you could see light white blue when she moved.
I barely even remember my own name, but I remember Marley.
But now she's gone. She disappeared. And I'm alone in this big black book of pain and nothingness.
I'm James. I already know your name. I know all about you Daisy Angelina Carleton. I know that your hide this book under your bed when your parents come knocking. I know you don't have any friends. I know that you shouldn't be reading this book.
I know about everyone who has opened this book. And now I know about you.
I know today you got hurt. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve it. I promise darling.
Dear child, take a deep breath and relax. Because, hopefully, you'll be here for a while.
Daisy P.O.V.

Dear Dairy,

I know what I'm doing is wrong. I know I shouldn't be reading that book. The words move on the page as I read. They talk to me. They know me. They like me.

James and Marley. They don't care if I'm a nerd or a jock or popular. They want to talk to me. They like me. They don't care. They only want to talk to me.

Sophia and her little minions pushed me down in the hall today. They stomped on my pale hands and pulled my auburn curls. Other people laughed. The teachers looked away. No one cared. No one wants me.

James said he was sorry. Marley told me to ignore them. That's more than my parents do. They're to busy arguing to even notice me at home.

That's why I keep the book. It has no name. It's just book. But now it's my book. My book, and my story and my friends.

My friends.

I've never had friends. It feels nice.

My parents are getting quiet. I've got to say goodnight to my friends. My new friends, who actually care. James and Marley.

Goodnight.