Alive

Your probably wondering what the hell I’m
doing talking about my life and writing it down on a piece of scrunched up
white paper that I found behind my couch. 

Well, I don’t actually know, I’m just as new to this story as you are.

I feel that I am doing this because all the magazines have it wrong. They are always exaggerating the truth and twisting our lies so this, this is the real story. You never know, someday this might be
turned into a book of our lives and read all around the world but for now, its just writing on some paper.

Now, My story isn’t that amazing, I didn’t
save a life, I didn’t jump of a building, I’m not an international super spy
and I didn’t blow up New Zealand or anything like that. But i guess in my own way, I really was filled with moments that were just as eventual and terrifying.

 

I am just a normal girl with a normal life, maybe was is a better word now,
that was frankly, a little boring. That is, until I met a certainly boy with a
mop of messy chocolate curls, mischievous greens eyes and cheeky grin that
would make any girls heart melt.

Well, at least that’s what he thought.

Still, thinks actually but hey, he had a
reputation of being a bit of a player and had slept with a few too many older
women for everyone’s liking before we met. See, that where I came in. I had no
clue that my life was about to change when I walked into that concert but I
would never regret it.

 
He was a player and I was about to tie him
down and make him run laps on my command, well, that was what I was meant to do
anyways. It never really worked out like. But nothing ever does go according to
the plan, right?

 

That’s just one of things about being
Alive.