Imprinted

Chapter 1

Oh God. Where the hell do I even start? Um, Lucas Monroe, 17, dark hair, light brown eyes, and a killing for guitar. That's my name, age, and description. If you couldn't tell, you don't have any common sense in you and most likely I don't want anything to do with you so bug off and stop wasting my time.

Let's settle something right now. As I said I am 17 and probably wasn't going to major in English. I may make some mistakes in my book, but you'll learn to deal with it. Don't get all pissed at me for smart people things, because I highly doubt I was that smart.

Alright, that was a fair game I think. If you had the brains to read the back of the book with the description, or if you just skimmed through it, then I owe you an explanation. I guess I could start off from the part where I actually remember my story. Let's make it short and sweet.

Once upon a time I died. Short enough? How I died I have no clue. I can't remember, I wish I did. I wish that I remembered my life so that I could tell you all about it. Maybe even just so that I could know how it went, you know? No, you don't know. This probably sounds insane to you. Well that's not all so let me finish. After I died I came back. No, not back as in 'back to life'. I came back as in ghost. I prefer to be called a soul. Soul just sounds more peaceful and not like you want to haunt people and kill them in their sleep.

You know, I was doing fine the first few weeks of 'coming back'. I was around towns, ease dropping, going through things and actually just living a ghost life. I want to chuckle. That was ironic. Ghosts do not live. Although, it seems like I formed me again remembering my interests in the world.

For some reason I feel like I am going off track. Where was I? Oh, um I think I was getting to the weird part. If I wasn't, then now I am. I'm stuck. I, Lucas Monroe am stuck in a book. This time I remember how too. I was snooping around in a high school and some girl left a book in the locker room. Yeah, I know I was in the girls locker room. You know what, you are going to have to get over it. I'm a 17 year old guy and I have feelings that I can't explain but I have them.

Anyways, the book. The cover was plain and awkward. It had nothing on it. I think she was someone who liked drawing or writing and wanted to create an art book, diary, or a novel. At that point in my adventures I was still figuring out the things I was able to do. As I mentioned I went through things and people and I wanted to go in the book. I did.

I went in, then tried to get out after finding that the book was completely empty, for sure. I couldn't get out. Still can't. Then I just kind of stayed. That's why I am still here. Except by now I am learning how to write my thoughts in here. I figured I might as well.