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Chapter One

Happily ever after isn't real. Do you ever have those days where you feel... No, you know you don't belong? That has been everyday of Thyria Jane's life since she found her love of reading. It started in first grade when her dad read her the first Harry Potter book. All she could think was, "This is so cool!" and she wanted to be Harry Potter. She wanted to discover that she had insane powers. She wanted daring quests and roaring adventures. She wanted to be arrogant because she was just that good. But in reality, all she was, was bookish. She was born in the wrong world.

So there Thyria was, senior year of Highschool, and all she had were some mediocre grades and an obsession with literature. Plus, a couple of friends who shared her love. There was Ellery, who was on a solid path to becoming the next big thing in fantasy novels. There was Emily, who had an affinity for stories she never really pursued, though if she really tried, she could be an excellent author. Lastly, but certainly not least, there was Nia, who adored reading as much as Thyria did. It was a known fact, even if she hadn't read the book, Nia would let Thyria rant for hours, and vice versa. Trotting through the halls of hell, Thyria smiled as she saw Ellery with Stanley, a guy El sort of liked.

Ellery had very straight, blond hair, however it was curly or frizzy from time to time. This was not one of those times. She had peach skin and blue-green eyes, as well as lips slightly darker than strawberry buttercream. She had a slightly upturned nose that gave her an all around intellectual air, but she was really a procrastinating mess. Today she was in her "Star Labs" sweatshirt and black leggings, as well as her blue tennis shoes. When she noticed Thyria, who was making a kissy face, Ellery glowered with her ever famous "stop now, or I will kill you" look. Stanley turned to see what the face was for, but Thyria had already looked away before he could guess that she was the issue.

She hurried to the bathroom before first period began. It was a habit. Thyria always looked in the mirror to ensure she didn't look atrocious. Her untamable mane was in ringlets today, which wasn't horrible. It almost looked like spun cotton, and the color of the pigment left on your hand when you rubbed a dandelion on it. Her pale blue glasses encircled her grey and blue eyes, speckled with green, somewhat hiding her dark bags beneath them. Her pale skin seemed to become more translucent everyday, but not in an unhealthy looking way, just a disappointing way. She wished she was tan, but she just wasn't. Her dark pink lips, which were naturally upturned, pressed into a frown as she thought about this. Her eyes quickly darted over her outfit: A largely oversized, grey and green "Slytherin Quidditch" sweatshirt, a pair of black leggings, and Harley Quinn converse high tops. Another might have attempted to look graceful, but this late in the year, it was a miracle Thyria still got out of bed in the morning.

She heard the five minute bell ring in the hall, and Thyria scattered to collect her things. She sauntered into class as the final bell rang, as she always did, and she was flanked by Emily and Nia. Emily was rather elegant looking. She had the figure of a dancer, which was fitting, since she was one. Her hair was like spun gold, while her skin was the color of sand on the beach and her lips were tinted with a color similar to a hibiscus. Her ocean blue eyes seemed to glow today as she smiled a big, toothy grin. Though her build was more narrow than Thyria's, she was taller by at least two inches, but that isn't saying much, seeing as Thyria was only about 5"1'. Nia on the other hand was even shorter by about an inch. She had bronzed skin and kind, walnut eyes. Her hair was charcoal black and it draped down the back of her t-shirt, that had a llama in a red bandana on the front.

"You're always nearly late," Nia scolded. Thyria merely chuckled.

"Nearly is the key word my friend," Thyria commented as a smirk crossed her face.

"That's irrelevant right now," Emily intervened before Nia could state more of a complaint, "Netflix is releasing a new show, and I hear it's supposed to be around the premise of King Arthur meets desolate dystopia." Emily rambled on about how the plot might progress and how if she were writing this, how she would format it and what twists she might inject to keep people interested. Thyria smiled softly, and sort of contently, as her friend ended with, "And then Boom, you reveal Arthur was really just a sentient robot all along, and that's why Guinevere really ran away with Lancelot!"