She had an uneasiness before she went to bed that night. Yet, it was not different from any other night. Her name, well her name is, well truth be told, she doesn't know. She layed in bed, her heart pounding, her brain remembering things during the day. It was friday and the girl had a tough week. It wasn't like anything had happened important. I mean, on the way to school, she fell face first on the ground after tripping on a twig. Nothing much. She had done her homework and was a bit awkward, but you would expect that for your typical teenage girl. Oh, I was going off track, should just keep talking about her story. Anyways, the girl fiddled with her fingers, tried to clear her mind, but nothing worked. Eventually, the world turned into a sudden darkness, which is what most people call sleep. She knew that sleep was a good thing, but too much of it was bad. Oh! She recalled her name. Now she wants to narrate. Hello, my name is Snow Jones and this is my story. Let me guess. My nurse just fed you the same story she told the media. But, there is so much more than that. I went to bed on Friday night, at around 11:30 and had just finished texting my friends. I was so tired I just dropped asleep. I felt like I fell into a completely different universe. I had dreamt of myself, successfully making it through high school and everything else. I had a love for coffee, sheer white blouses and pencil skirts. (Which was really weird because I didn't like those things.) Okay, well I was the CEO of some prestigious book store, probably due to my love of books. I don't think I figured that everyone would have e-books and all of that stuff. Anyways, I assume you probably want to here about the day before. Let me think. You think I tripped on a twig and fell face first like some big loser. Well, the truth is, I tripped on a tree. I know. It sounds hilarious, like oh my gosh, the girl tripped on a tree. I was listening to music and walking to school, but I wasn't watching where I was going and I fell. The people who owned the house, Mr. And Mrs. Johnson, offer to call me an ambulance, but I assured them that I was fine. My head hurt a bit. But I got home from school, tied my hair in a bun, and went on my computer. Same as always. A few hours passed, I went to bed. I just happened to wake up a week later. Does that satisfy you? Or do you want me to go on, like sometime of story puppet, making up stories along the way? That was the real story. Raw, unedited, uncut edition. TO BE CONTINUED!
