Kinda Normal, Kinda Not (On Hold for Rewriting)

Chapter One: Daily Life

  I stared blankly out of the second-story window, looking at nothing in particular. My mother had just left the room, ending today's academic lesson. I was home schooled by my mother. Outside, I saw a few kids running around, probably playing 'Tag.' I felt a pang of jealousy hit me. It must be nice, having friends, I thought sadly, turning away from the window. What was the point of seeing something you can't get? I pulled the curtains closed.

     I forced myself up off the bed and dragged myself downstairs to look for something to eat. It was around 1 PM, the time I usually ate lunch. I carefully walked back up the stairs with a sandwich plate in one hand and a cup of juice in he other. I set the two down at my desk and sat in the computer chair. Unable to help myself, I pushed my self away from the desk with my foot, and spun around once. I small giggle leaves my lips.

     Oh god, I was so immature at times. 

    I stop the spinning and scoot my self closer to my desk. I quickly press down on the laptop's power button before moving my hand over the plate and picking up my sandwich. I took a bite out of it. I crammed all the healthy foods in it; cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, even some other vegetables that I managed to slice thinly and stuff in the sandwich. Of course there was some ham in it. It would've been disgusting otherwise. I downed the rest with the apple juice, leaning back and sighing in content. Apple juice was the drink of the gods, in my opinion. I turned my attention back to the PC.

   'Welcome Phoebe,' the message popped up. I set my hands on the keyboard and started browsing the internet for something interesting to do. I attempted to go on social media sites, but whatever my mother set up on this didn't allow me to. I settled with whatever web articles I could find, reading them until I lost interest. 

     I got on my two feet and walked to my bookcase. I was surprised to see a few new titles. My mother must've went out to buy me some new books. I made a mental note to thank her later as I pulled out a random one. I sat on my bed and got into a comfortable position as I began reading.

      Half an hour later, I finished all 600+ pages of the hardcover book. I was a very fast reader. I placed the book on the floor and laid down on my bed. I let out a happy sigh. Finishing a book always made me feel a little sad. I didn't want the adventure to end!

     I close my eyes, imagining myself outside in a meadow of flowers. I try to imagine the warmth of the sun on my pale skin, the cool breeze as it passes. I could almost smell the fragrance of the flowers surrounding me. I bend down to take one, my hands less than an inch away-

     "Phoebe!" My mother's voice snaps me out of my daydream. I open my eyes and turn to her. She's standing at the doorway, a worried and confused look on her face. I sit up.

     "Mom, what's wrong?" I ask, concerned. She shakes her head.

     "You were... your body.. oh god, that means.." She trails off. My mother stares at me for a while. "Just go back to sleep, I have to make a call." 

     She leaves. I look at the doorway, confused. What was that all about?

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EDIT: Rewritten~ If you read this and get confused when you read the next chapter, please wait until I rewrite those too! I changed some things here that might've made sense in the other chapters.

A/N: Um.. So I decided to try out an idea for a story that I had. Please Comment! I really want to know what you guys think!

Sorry it's short. It's sort of like an intro. :D