Her Happiness

PROLOUGE

Okay, so this isn't my first time to write my own story, but it is my first time to let other people read it. I really do hope that you'll like it. Feel free to give your comments and suggestions. I'd love to know what you think of my work.ü

(sorry for the the instances of wrong grammar and typos)

ENJOY :D

"The best journeys of the heart are those that are least exected" - Jude Deveraux, The Mulberry Tree

Her Happiness

Copyright © 2013

Radinka Kadmiel

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used ficititiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

PROLOUGE

It was the only escape she knew of. Her happiness was nothing to her anymore, what mattered was the happiness of the people around her. No one cared, no one thought she would ever matter. Yes she had friends, a large number of them too, but their constant efforts to make her smile and laugh were useless once she entered the dreadful box she called "home". In the safe sanctuary she has found in her own bedroom, all she had were her books to hold on to for her dear sanity.

From, Jude Deveraux, to Julie Garwood, to her one true heroine of all time, Judith McNaught, she has memorized by heart the stories she has read. Oh, how lucky her life would be, oh what it ould take to trade her life and be a fictional character instead. But she couldn't. All she could do is hope that tomorrow would be brighter than yesterday.