Hi, I'm Hayley Abigail Richardson.
My story's kind of lengthy.
I want you to listen.
A lot of story's begin with "I'm different" or "I'm not normal"
I'm not gonna pull of one of those lame beginnings.
I'm a girl, I like girls and I like boys.
I like art and I like putting my mind to use.
I like skateboarding and I have a small majority of tattoos on my arms and legs. I have a lip piercing.
I don't feel like I'm alive.
Reality is terrifying.
My hair is colored dark red and annoyingly thick. A real pain-in-the-ass to brush. It's about waist length.
I don't like to eat.
I'm about 5'8.
I am a strong believer in magic.
I have big beautiful green eyes. Eyes that you could get lost in if you look too long.
I like to block people out. No, I don't like it, it's a 'bad' habit I suppose.
A lot of people hate me.
Probably because I refuse to talk to almost everyone except for two people. Alexandrian Harrison and Ember Wolfe.
I guess I should tell you why I decided to write a story. More people should know what humans are capable of doing with their own mind. I am here to tell you. Okay, so, I can create things with my mind. Only I can see them but I can literally feel and smell them. It keeps me occupied since I'm alone more than ever.
I call myself a Dreamer.
