StarsandInk
When you said you wanted a more interesting life, you meant it as in not having to work a grueling customer service job in a seedy gas station and having the energy to go outside your crappy apartment more often, and maybe even living life out on the road. Not having a sparkly, frilly manchild obsessed with you that can also blast building-sized monsters into a pile of ash with his equally glittery wand.
But let's start from the beginning, shall we?
You. Yes, you.
You were nothing more but another post-graduate with a degree somewhere in your depressing hovel and no job prospects outside of being a cashier at a gas station. It was the only place that actually responded to your desperation for a job.
When a familiar face appears during one of your many grueling shifts, you find that through no fault of your own, that you've become a magnet for all kinds of even weirder (and even blood-pressure rising) characters and unknowingly playing a far larger role than getting yelled at over scratchers.