My Fictional BoyFriend.

Prologue.

There is a couple things about Heaven that you all should understand and/or know to understand this story better.

Heaven is the most artistic person you could ever meet. She dances, write music/sing, draws and paints just about anything and best of all can write about any and everything. She has so much things writen that she has about 5 or 6 memory cards full of books and poems. She has spent hours drawing up characters for her books- mostly because she believes that if she draws them then she can write about them better -and writing about the adventures they have, or the stories they tell. Its all she cares about.

She has a job at a book store. She works a couple times a week, for a few hours. She gets a quite good salary there to be honest.

That is right where her 'good luck' ends.

See Heaven doesn't have any friends. None. She is all alone. Even her family hates her. She is 17 and is going into grade 12. She gets bullied all the time in school. No one likes her. They don't understand her and don't give the time to really get to know her. They all just think she is different for wanting to be in her room more then out. She spends all her time either studying, reading or writing in school. She does make sure that she has the best grades she can make, which all are in the high 90s. Soon she will be starting her senor year, which she hopes that will be better then past years, but she doesn't get her hopes up too high; just to have them come crashing down.

She gets bullied all the time at school. Being thrown into lockers. Have all of her stuff scattered across the floor in the hallways. And worst of all, the names. Freak. Loser. Fat. Bitch. Geek. Faggot. Ugly. All of those and worst fly at her and hurt her worse then any punch or kick anyone could give her.

Its the same for at home.

Her dad, Steve, doesn't pay any attention to her. At all. Like never. He doesn't even look at her anymore, when he is at home and not travelling anywhere for his job. Heaven doesn't even know what type of job her dad has. But that is probably the best out of her entire family. Her mom, Eleanor, abuses her. Ever day. And her two younger, twin sisters, Helen and Linda. Don't get her started. Those twins have been nothing but devils since they turned 5.

The only good thing about her house (Not home, that place will never be considered her home), is that her room is the entire top level. The only reason she got that is beacuse then she is not on any other level as the rest of her 'family'. On her level she has multple rooms. A bathroom, bedroom, walk in closet and a little living room type thing. She has everything she needs to live up there. She has a mini frige up there too, so she doesn't have to leave to get drinks/food. Also she has the only staircase to the roof, so she placed a propane oven and an barbeque, so she can even make her on food up there. And lots of times she will sneak out of her room and take food from the kitchen down stairs. She just leaves all of her dry foods on the top shealf in her walk-in closet.

Heaven doesn't know why everyone hates her, they just do. The only way out is her passions. She drowns everything out with her music. She has surround sounds speakers, plus two guitars and a piano. She has her attention taken away with watching YouTube videos, and reading books, causing her to be happy for a little while. She puts all of her emotion into the songs and poems she writes. Also the drawings she makes either shows her emtions or are just the pictures of the characters. And lastly she loses herself completely when writing. She entrances herself into the stories her fingers types onto her laptop.

Her favourite thing that she loves to write the most would have to be the story of her having a boyfriend named Leo. In the story she has lots of friends, only a couple very close best friends though. She is kind of popular and she is comepletely different from real life. In the book she writes she describes herself as a couragous, outgoing girl that is never shy and can be a real smart-ass. Nothing like how she thinks if her real self. But her stories are hers, not like any of it can or has to be real.

At least not yet.

Now this is where the real story begins.