The Most Un-Cliche Book Ever

Chapter1

Grenwale.

What could we say about Grenwale?

Grenwale is the ideal community to live in, those who live or have stayed here already know. Every blade of grass is risen to the others surrounding it with a unnatural green colour. Every cloud in the sky has its curving shape as it passes over the town never bringing extremely terrible weather, every bakery is smelling delightful and bustling with the towns population, not a single homeless person is on the streets and litter is found nowhere.

When it rains it's the best kind, right between warm and cold, falling on a slightly cooler side. It always somehow brings a rainbow allowing the streaks of colour to splatter across town hall, illuminating it's rosy colour.

As it snows, the tiny white specks of nature are not too cold to play with but enough to stick. Neither does it brings sickness or immense health.

Grenwale was founded in the nineteenth century by a man with a curly beard who had nothing else to do with his life than study the perfection of perfect. His name was Thomas Masonry. He is the one to blame for all this, he found the perfect spot right smack in the middle of the United States of America hoping to create a town, where nothing was out of place.

And he did one good job in the eyes of the people. Every living being in Grenwale had a story. Whether it be a scandal or a happy ever after, it was like everything was all......planned.

This girl's ex next door neighbours were going through a rough patch and both it just so happen that as Mrs Robin was having an affair her husband was caught in the same act too ending with them splitting happily.

Chelsea Crawford a quiet and shy honours student just happen to bump into Rider Lynch, the bad boy at school, and they went through some rough patches before ending up married.

Whether it be a movie, a book, whatever you decide to call it. Everybody here had their own story of love, mystery, comedy or drama.

Nobody knew how this happened but they seemed to enjoy it. Life went on and not a single soul questioned 'how did we end up here?'. They all seemed happy, singing in the middle of working at a factory, a billionaire from out of town falling in love with your bakery and coming by every day or being kidnapped and never wanting to leave.

Sabrina called it Stockholm Syndrome, they called it trust.

But right under the noses of the old aged models and middle class oil drillers there was a deform. A girl with greasy hair if she didn't wash it, hairy legs if she didn't shave, bad grades if she didn't study.

A mistake in the system.

Sabrina Liston was born in Grenwale hospital just like most people who live in this town. Attended her mother's pre-school before it was closed to build a bigger one. Went to Grenwale junior and is currently attending Grenwale high. Ever since she was younger her parents have told her she was special, for reasons unknown to her then, but now she came to realisation.

She was a runt.

Did not fit in Grenwale.

She was not an A grade student like her little sister, nor a goody toe shoes. She did not ride a motorcycle or stay in on Friday nights studying. Didn't obtain captain of the cheerleading squad or dream of being in the mathletes. Never would she sleep with married teachers to get good grades but, she didn't achieve them easily.

And on Grenwale being basic wasn't good enough, you had to have a story. But luckily for her nobody knew what to do, it hasn't happened ever in Grenwale. But she was trying to find a solution including her. Coming up with ideas as to maybe her story hadn't started yet, she couldn't think of anything at all.

Sabrina didn't fit in, she had no story. Right smack in the middle of Grenwale was a norm.

A NORM.