Taken In The Wind

Chapter 1

Sometimes I like to think I'm happy and free, whatever you want to call it. But really all I am is sad, depressed and angry. Sad that I don't get to go home and see my smiling parents, my annoying brother and my cat Jazz. Depressed in a way where I can't tell you my feelings because you can't relate, can't write them either because than who will I show, I'm alone.

Anger. That dear word that sounds really weird when you take a second and think about it, and the emotion shown at the end of it is indescribable, I'm angry for not loving my family I had, I'm angry because I am free to a certain degree. What does that say about me? You probably don't know because you don't know me, I am a shy 18 year old girl, still in school, I am good with building things and I am 5'2.

Some people say I have no friends but I live life with my eyes open unlike most of this new era. People can just judge you from wherever you are, you don't even know them and you hear the snide remarks and all the mutiny that they bring. But, I just want to say that sometimes I miss those things. Yeah, I know super weird right? For a girl to miss people looking at her and calling her names or saying "she is such a loser" or something within those lines.

No, I am not dead for all of you who think I'm dead, I am not looking back at my life before I die either, I'm just looking back at my life in a way only a few can relate too. For many years I was the new kid at a bunch of schools, that's how I know how people can be in this era, or whatever you want to call this.... century's a good word. Anyway, I am shy, skinny, and I am mentally stable. Well, you'll know what I mean later on. Oh, and their is this other small thing that I forgot to mention, I have been kidnapped.