You can't see the stars here. But sometimes I imagine I can, probably because I have nothing better to do, as my aunt says. Isn't that absurd? Don't ask me why stars. Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe I subconsciously think getting lost in my mind is the best use of time.
I wish I could be one of those people that works tirelessly. You know them? They seem to enjoy the grind of essays and math projects and history tests. Maybe they don't enjoy it necessarily, but at least they feed off of it.
If you're wondering when I'm going to get to the point of this rant and start telling you about me, so you can finish this story, I invite you to get comfortable. I'm not brief, nor is this story ordered in any particular way. Leave if you must. I'd be impressed if you'd gotten this far. Here's a reward.
Call me Annie. I'm not telling you my last name. I go to high school. You don't need to know my year. In this case, it doesn't matter, because what happened to me happens to every human being eventually. However, for me it came rather early. Or maybe not. I have no clue.
You see, I am a teenager, so most people don't take me seriously.
