When I was seventeen, I met the greatest plot twist in my entire existence.
Hi. My name's Danielle Esther Heath. I'm 17. I live in Los Angeles, California. I'm your average teenager of the interwebs. I sleep a lot, surf the web a lot, eat a lot. I'm the type of person who lurks on reddit/4chan/twitter/any other social media site all day. I have a social life... internet social life? Yeah. That counts. I'm diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder. So yeah, there you have it. I'm your teenager who never comes out of their room and doesn't have any real life friends.
I'm homeschooled. My dad's a manager in some sort of prestigious hotel that has branches all over the country, so he's barely home. Mom owns a restaurant downtown so she's busy too. My brother Dean goes to college in Harvard, so he's not home. I'm left alone most of the time, really. Just scrolling through reddit or playing Skyrim on my Xbox 360. Yay.
I only know two families in my neighbourhood. Next door, we have Mrs. Smith. She's a creepy old lady, really. I'm kind of scared of her. She has a son, Mr. Smith and a grandson named Joe. They travel a lot though, so I barely see them. Right across our lot is Mr. Evans. He's a bachelor, but he usually brings ladies with him inside his house every other night. Not going to elaborate on what I've seen or heard though, but it's pretty... peculiar.
And on the seventeenth year of my life, I met Christopher Wallace. The greatest plot twist of my life.
