This is the story of an ordinary teenaged boy, his name is Joel. Joel is 18 years old and by the world around him he is just an ordinary person, he has a girlfriend, a relatively close group of friends and a very ordinary family. like most people his age he has many ambitions, but everybody who knows him just takes no notice of them and dont expect much because everyone has dreams, and occasionally they the odd one may slip through the cracks and become a reality, but sooner or later the dreams die because they can never come true. that's just one of thensad truths of life.
Joel is different to most people of his age though, not because he is smarter or because he knows something that other people dont, he is special because he dreams. He dreams like a child imagining that he must save the world and peoples lives. but unlike a child he has no super power or special ability, he is just himself as he is with no special perks or abilities. the strangest of all though to himself is that he is completly anonymous, not because he wants to be, just because people don't know who he is. Joel is fine with this though because he enjoys these thoughts. He has never told anybody about these thoughts though because he knows that he would be bullied and he would lose any reputation that he had, so he just keeps them to himself.
You may be wondering why I am telling you about this? well its simple to be honest, its these thoughts and dreams that cause Joel to be Joel. Joel has been through some tough times while he has been growing up like most people, and everybody has there things to help them get through. some people turn to music, some books, but for Joel it has been his dreams and stories that he comes up with in his own head. One thing that has always bothered Joel about his stories though is that most of the time he does not feel like he is making up the stories at all, it feels more like that somebody is typing them right into his mind, and they are all one story but he is hearing it in the incorrect order. all he knows is that he enjoys them and couldnt imagine a life without them.
As Joel wakes up from a rether un eventful slumber from his pit as he calls it, he notìces his cat fast asleep next to him, he gives it a quick stroke and reaches for his phone. his phone shows him that he has 3 messages from 'Alice Cute<3' this is Joels girlfriend, even though they have been in a relationship with each other for almost 13 months now he still hasn't bothered to change her name on his phone. he ignores the messages of her and checks the time, it reads 0726, its 4 minutes until his alarm is to sound. Joel throws on yesterday's pants, shirt and jacket, then he searckes every crevis of his jacket pockets to find his tobacco.
When he finds it he crudly makes himself a cigarette while leaving his room, walks down the stairs and into the kitchen, now he has made himself a cigarette he now lazily searches his pockets for a lighter, but with no success. He walks straight to his cooker now to light his smoke, once it is lit he walks straight to his back door, unlocks it and sits on a ragidy old chair that looks as if it is perfectly moulded to him. Now he if comfortable and is getting his morning dose of nicotine him mind beging to wonder and before he knows it his mind is off thinking of a story for the day.
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