The Adventure of Alessia Müller

She's a dreamer. A thinker. An imagine-r. Yeah, we have to work on that. Alessia, got any ideas? Please, Andvin. STOP WRITING.

Ahem.

She's a dreamer. A thinker. A believer - Ohhhh, that's so much better! ADVIN!!! HOW DID YOU GET A QU- I MEAN A PEN? - She's . . . alone.

Hi. Hello. Hallo. I'm Alessia Müller. This is my journal. This is my story.

You see, I may have a normal house, normal parents, a normal education, live in a normal place (New Jersey), and look normal. But . . . I'm not normal. I believe in many things that other people (the entire human population minus 0.0000000000001%) say are just made-up nonsense. Magic, for instance, and magical/supernatural creatures/beings. I believe in the impossible. I may be weird. I may be abnormal. But I like it. I want to be different. That's why I am. However, that doesn't mean that I expected 4 guys to show up at our house on Friday. I did anticipate that I might be the only one to see them since I was the only one who believed in them.

Wait, wait, wait. Backtrack a little bit. Alessia, if we wanted to be totally invisible, we could TOTALLY be totally invisible. And, it's kinda obvious that your parents can't see us when 4 guys show up at your house in black, grey, blue, and red at 10:00 pm, and your parents don't do anything. Don't you have this human thing called Stranger Dan-

Sorry, I broke his qu- pen. I broke his pen so he can't keep annoying us.