Sight (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 1

Hi my little munchkins. If you are reading this you are amazing and I love you. But snookums, You need to stop what your doing right this second, and go read my story, A Deadly Game, on my second account @wereallgone. It is a million times better then this fetusness. (I mean you may like this story so just imagine my new story. Amazing.) 

Chapter Revised

Wizards. Wizards and princesses and Chewbacca could perfectly describe my wonderful dream. Well it was wonderful until someone decided to wake me up.

"Lilly?" 

“Chewbacca?” I mumbled.

“Nope it’s Darth Vader.” Someone said. Now that I think about it the voice does sound like its coming through a mask…

I shot up in bed, frightened, and my head connected with something hard. Ow.

"Lilly, you seriously have the hardest head ever." My mother, Lucy told me. I looked over to her and saw she was holding her own head and frowning. So it’s not Darth Vader it’s my mom. That is most of the time, considered worse.

"Are you calling my stupid?" I asked sarcastically. 

"Honey I would never!" She said and gasped, her long blond hair concealed the spot on her forehead that was probably red from our bump earlier. My mom also isn’t good with sarcasm.

"I was kidding." I mumbled into my pillow. 

"Oh…well anyway, get up! Your father and I have an announcement to make!" She told me, her blue eyes wide. I knew something was up right just from looking into her eyes. I have those eyes and they suck most of the time. Everyone can see into them. I also knew something was up because the only time my parents had an “announcement” was when we are going to move.

My dad gets these "we have to move, it’s not safe" ideas and of course we listen to him and move away. It’s not the fact of moving that makes me angry, it’s more the fact that my parents refuse to tell me why. 

"I'm making breakfast." she said and left my room. Breakfast? Her idea of breakfast is a glass of water. Her deciding to make breakfast just shows that we are defiantly moving...great. 

I dragged myself out of bed and put on my usual outfit, jeans and an old cutup John Lennon tee-shirt, where in the small town of Cloverdale, Oregon, where I live, most people don't even know who John Lennon is. 

Oregon is a nice place, with lots of trees and general greenness, but high school is a terrible place, so I basically have no friends. Everyone at this school are pretenscious ass's, especially the guys. 

I have only had one boyfriend in my life; it was Jimmy Calder in the 5th grade when my family lived in Georgia. He kissed me in the hand ball court. It was the 3rd grade which technical doesn't count because boys had "germs" and I washed my hands over twenty times after that. I guess after 16 years I could be considered pathetic. 

It’s not like I'm a loner who sits at home all day watching people through binoculars wondering what it’s like to go outside of the house. I just feel like people generally suck. Huh...maybe I am a loner. 

"Lilly hurry up, the pancakes are cold.” My mom yelled up the stairs.

Sighing I ran down the stairs and was greeted by our slightly fat English Sheep Dog, Lady. She whined and licked my hand. Huh, she is usually excited despite her tons of weight weighing her down.

"What’s wrong girl?" I questioned. She barked in response. 

I fed her a treat then watched as she trotted into the kitchen. Wow thanks dog, I thought you loved me for me and not just my opposable thumbs. After my minute of wallowing and mentally crying (Sarcasm), I followed Lady into the kitchen, for some delicious rock hard pancakes.