Where The Stories Come Alive

Prolouge

I wait for the bell to ring to go home in my apple-pie life. I have 2 brothers and 1 sisters. They are annoying but I actually really love them. My older sister and brother are in college. My other brother is 18 and named Zach. I open up my book and start reading. I love reading. I love the feel of another world. Another happiness.

My parents are divorced and I love seeing my dad. He lives in Texas. My thoughts are cut off by the bell and I grab my stuff and run out the door. I get to my locker and open it and head to the bus. I read my 'Merlin' book before I get home. I get off the bus and run to my room. I read my book and think of the wonderful life they have even with the hardships it's better than mine. There's meaning in their lives. Not mine. I want a purpose, a different life I want to have. It's not like I want to die. I just want to, not exist for a while.

Why can't I be a princess in a far way land? Why can't I be able to shift into different creatures? Why can't I have magic? Why do I have to be normal! Why can't I be different? Why...

I change into my P.Js even though it was 3:00 and I watch 'Supernatural' until I fall asleep thinking,

'I want my life to be a story book'. It ended up being the best and worst thing in my life. After all, be careful what you wish for.

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Know it's short but will get longer. Just thought good stopping point. You will understand.