Traped in a diffrent world

Nothing ever happens (edited)

Hey there, let me share a bit about myself. I go by the name Aleya Garcia, and I'm currently 17 years old. My family lives in the small town Sradena. I reside in a modern farmhouse, which I share with my parents. Two four-legged companions also grace our home: a cat named Sam and a dog named Dean. The inspiration behind their names stems from my slight obsession with the TV show Supernatural. It took some persistent pleading, but my parents eventually caved in and let me name our pets after the beloved characters from the series.

Life in my world is rather uneventful: I attend a regular high school that doesn't particularly excite me. However, the highlight of every day is my best friend, Amelia, who makes the whole experience worthwhile. She's more than a friend. She's like a sister with whom I can share anything, even those things my parents remain unaware of. Our bond is unbreakable, and we practically see each other every day. I first met Amelia a few years ago, and our instant connection led to endless jokes and shared fun.

Amelia adds a spark of excitement to my life, making it more enjoyable. The only downside, if there is one, is her lack of enthusiasm for Supernatural. While she's familiar with the show and its characters, she doesn't share my excitement for it. So, when I'm itching to discuss the latest Supernatural episode, I turn to the online SPN-Family community for a short chat. My parents, on the other hand, don't quite grasp my affection for the show, leading to occasional disagreements.

Today unfolded like any other day – nothing extraordinary except for the usual chats with Amelia. Back in my room, I flipped my carpet to reveal a hidden drawing of a Devil's Trap, just a quirky precaution in a world where Supernatural isn't real, but hey, you never know. With a black marker, I touched up the faded colors. I also have the Anti-possession Symbol tattooed on my chest. Just like Sam and Dean. 

Despite my mundane routine, I yearn for excitement. Deep down, I crave the adventurous life of a hunter, fully aware of the risks. I'd rather face danger and make a difference than lead a safe but dull existence. My Supernatural knowledge is comprehensive, covering everything from demon-slaying techniques to vampire and ghost eradication. I even prepared a "hunting bag" stocked with essentials. Unfortunately, my parents dismiss it as useless and eccentric, given the nonexistence of supernatural threats.

Yet another unremarkable week passed, punctuated only by Amelia's humorous jokes, and my fleeting Supernatural moments. Upon returning home from school, my mom assigned me the task of taking Dean for a walk. Leash in hand, I accompanied Dean on our customary route – away from the familiar streets, across a field, and through the calming forest. It's my sanctuary, a place where I unwind and lose myself in music after a long day. An hour later, Dean and I returned home, where I freed him from his leash, and he happily scampered off to the living room. In a hurry, I changed into fresh clothes and joined the family for a prepared lunch.

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I know its short. I promise it won't stay like that

Dicili