The Perks of Being a Fangirl

nI know it's not real

I cried and cried and cried...

it never gets old

cliffhangers

deaths

things going terribly wrong...

and the list goes on and on

do authors cry when they write the deaths of our fave characters or laugh and have tea with satan?!

today i was reading about the time Percy and Annabeth fell into Tartarus.

even if i did read the book a thousand times now... it still gets me

"Lizanna dinner's ready!" my mother, Louise calls out

"I'm coming mom!" i replied

then i quickly wipe away the tears that were staining my face, brushed my long, brown hair and went downstairs

"where's dad?" i ask when i reached the bottom of the stairs

"night shift remember?" my big brother, Lance replied

"no, i don't. Because nobody told me anything."

i sat at the dining table as my mom set down some food on my plate

"you were crying again, were'nt you?" she smirked

i shifted awkwardly in my seat "no i wasn't. Who told you i was crying?"

"nobody did Lizanna, but i know you did." she exclamed "i told you already, they're not real.That's why they're called 'fictional characters'. When will you ever notice that?"

now at this statement i stayed silent. Just like always. But in my head, i knew the answer was never

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i woke up the next morning feeling stumped.

i walked over to the calendar to check what date it was

oh dear God. Next week's my first day of highschool

i didn't even fit in Middle Grade.

how am i supposed to fit in here?

i sat down on my cozy bed with red pillows and a blue blanket.

i stared at the wall for a few moments thingking of what i would do in highschool

i then walked to my closet to get a change of clothes.

after a few minutes i got changed in my red shirt and faded blue jeans.

then i went downstairs to the kitchen to find my mother cooking bacon and eggs and my father working on his laptop

"morning mom, dad" i greeted

"morning Liz" they said in unison

they could've jinxed each other.

Lance must still be asleep. That guy's a heavy sleeper

that reminds me of the Hypnos (god of sleep) kids at Camp Half-blood

maybe my brother's one of them

now that thought gave a smile to my face

"Lizanna," my mom interrupted "we should be going to the bookstore later. You, your brother and i. We could buy the things you need for school next week."

"okay mom" i replied cheerfully

though, i really wished we could go shopping in Diagon Alley not just a bookstore

i could really need a wand and an owl

but, sadly, that would never happen...

that is my worst fear. Dreams not coming into a reality. For my dream only reaches fantasy.

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a/n: hello readers, just to tell ya this is my first story and i'm sorry if this sucks so um... goodbye for now