Storybooks

What is my life?

I daydreamed through the rest of the day at school, wondering about this author guy.

I mean, what is he? Some kind of god?

'Yeah he is actually. He's a very handsome and loved god.' The little voice in my head said.

'Uh huh. I totally believe that.' I replied.

Before I knew it, school was over and I was at home.

I opened up my laptop, instantly turning on Tumblr.

I scrolled through post after post, when I came across a strange one.

It was a gif of those tv static things, when the reception was bad.

I shrugged and kept scrolling, but every post was the same.

I frowned and clicked on the gif, enlarging it.

The gif kept doing its thing, but after a while, I started to make out a silhouette of a person.

The static slowly faded away as the silhouette became clearer and more visible.

I kept staring, when my laptop suddenly shut down.

"Are you kidding me?" I shouted at my dead laptop.

I set it down on my bedside table, and groaned.

I lay down on my bed, my back facing towards the ceiling

"What is my life?" I said into my pillow.

'Your life is a very complicated and delicate thing.' The voice responded.

'Shut up.'

I started to think about what happened over the past couple of days, then I got out a pen and a sheet of paper.

I wrote down everything I knew so far about this author guy, and his story that claims to be my entire life.

I tapped the pen on my desk a few times, then began writing.

MY KNOWLEDGE SO FAR

1. My life is being written out by an author

2. He is male

3. I am going to meet him soon

4. You are not going to gain anything by writing this down April

5. Trust me

I put the pen down and read over the sheet.

When I got to the fourth point, I frowned and read over it again.

That is not what I had written down.

And I hadn't written down the fifth point either.

That damned author again.

"Look at me, I'm the author of your life and I can control whatever you do." I mimicked out loud.

'Don't make fun of me- him.' The voice in my head said.

How could the voice make a mistake, if the author is writing down everything?

Wouldn't the author just be able to fix the mistake?

Unless I'm doing everything at the moment he wrote it.

I remembered that point and sat up on my bed.

"Hey ma!" I shouted.

"Yes?" She called back.

"I'm going to the park! I'll be back in an hour or so!"

"Okay sweetie!"

My plan was, that if I did something totally unexpected, something that the author didn't write down, I could jinx up the whole system.

'But the author is writing your every move, so he knows what you're going to do.' The voice said.

"Damn it!" I shouted.

"Hey ma!" I called out.

"Yes April?"

"I'm not going to the park anymore!"

"Okay!"

I laid back down on the bed and put my hands behind my head.

"Once again, what is my life?"