Have you ever had a dreamland that you escaped to when you were sad, alone, or outraged? Kennedy Hunter has one like all of you. She goes there to escape- but that's her second escape. Her first escape is music, and what will happen when she falls in love with her true hero?
Chapter 1: Why, Jinxx?
"Can you sign this?" I asked nervously, standing in front of one of my idols, Christian Coma. I couldn't believe that I was at a Black Veil Brides signing.
"I'd love to," He said sweetly, taking the Wretched & Divine CD out of my hand.
As he signed it, I looked over to Andy. The, living, real-deal Andrew Dennis Biersack. He looked so handsome in person. He was talking to another fan. But suddenly he looked at me... I blushed really red and made the stupidest smile ever.
Christian handed me my CD back and I went over in front of Andy. He smiled sweetly at me.
"Hey," he said. "What's your name?"
"K-k.. Kennedy" I stumbled on my words. Andy took the CD from me to sign while we talked.
"I like that name, Kennedy. It's very pretty, like you." He said and he handed me back my CD. I looked at it and it had his phone number on it.
"Thank you" was all I managed to say.
But suddenly, Jinxx was shaking me.
"Excuse me? Miss? Wake up, is this your bus? Helloooooooo?" He said as he frantically shook me.
I slowly began to open my eyes and was brought back into reality from my dream.
Chapter 2: The Mysterious look
I opened my eyes, letting the scene slowly come back to me. The damp, night-stricken street, the empty park, the stranger standing next to me......... Wait- what?
"Oh.. oh my. I must have fallen asleep on this bench by accident" I said sleepily
I couldn't get a good look at this stranger, because it was dark. I could see his pail, pail face though. His adorably rough voice was soothing.
"Hey, it's okay, but is this your bus?" He asked me.
"Uh...." I looked at the bus number. 7. "Yeah, it is"
"Okay, come on then" He said with a smirk as I took his hand and he pulled me up. He was strong but gentle. We got onto the bus and talked for a while.
It turns out that this mysterious man lives down the street from me. I never did catch his name, though.
Chapter 3: Breathe in through the top of my lungs, I've been dying for this
"Which means ghosts are not all what I imagined them to be. Not transparent, not spooky, not phantoms of the night, but real and solid, with shadows and everything—only they never get cold and they can’t eat or drink or hurt themselves. You could sit next to a ghost at a bus stop and never know it. You could be friend with one and not suspect. That’s what I think, at least." -Lissa's Diary
I was reading my favorite book, The Old Willis Place, at the park. I was sitting up high in a tree, just letting loose I guess. I like to think that I have a strange sort of connection to this book. I remember being not that old- 6 or 7 at least, and my friend had this book. Her name was Julia. And she had read that book. She really loved that book and wanted to do a movie on it. We got our friends, so all six of us- me, Julia, Amber, Alex, and Anthony, started to film a movie. Of course we had never read the story so we didn't really know what was going on. With that said, we never finished the movie.
Years later in fourth grade I was browsing through our library in the scary stories section. One caught my eye- The Old Willis Place. I checked it out and read it. I instantly fell in love with the book. I used to get in a lot of trouble for reading it though. Only because I would read it during class and not pay attention. I also got yelled at multiple times by our librarian because I checked it out to read it so much. I used to get lost in the book- and every time I finished I would wake up from a slumber, not having the slightest clue to what was going on. All at the same time, I never knew that the book I had witheld the same story I was brought upon many years before. I only found out, years after reading it thousands of times, that it was the book that me and my best friend had shared.
I went on reading. I could recite every word perfectly if someone asked me to. "The Diary of Lissa Morrison-
Dear Diary, Is this how you start? I never kept a diary before, so I'm not sure. Up till now I thought my life was too boring to think about, let alone write about, but that's changing."
Still reading, I didn't notice that a stranger had climbed the tree and was sitting on the branch across from mine.
"Hey" He said. I looked over at him quickly and then back at my book.
"Hi" I responded. I realised it was that guy from the bus stop.
"C'mon, put that book down and look at me, strike up a conversation" He persisted. I closed my book and stretched.
"Fine, fine." I said, still a little dazy from my book.
"I never caught your name that night, what is it?" He asked me. I was playing with my braclets, trying to avoid eye contact. I'm not the biggest people person.
"It's Kennedy. Kennedy Hunter." I told him.
"That's nice." He said. "Mine's Andy. Well, Andrew. But whatever you want to call me."
I took this time to look at him. He had cutely messy hair that was half shaved, and a cutoff shirt. He was wearing ripped skinny jeans and combat boots. I looked at his face- oh my god.
"You're........ you're...." He just sat there and smiled. "You're my hero" I whispered.
He got up and sat next to me on the branch.
"I'm you're hero." he said.
NOT FINISHED
