Am I Going Crazy? Or am I Just a Wild One?

"Is my life going to be normal and boring ever again?" I asked, "Am I going to have to go back and live my old life again ?"

"No. I'm afraid that's not possible anymore. But even if I could make it normal again, would you want that life again?" He asks, leaning in.

"I guess not, because then I wouldn't have met you," I answer just before the sparks started to fly.

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My name is Jaxx, and I live the most boring life I believe a sixteen year old girl could live.

I wake up, complaining about the ungodly hour it is, go to school, have classes, and go home. I do my homework and then sleep. I don't have friends outside of school. I know because on the weekends they don't invite me anywhere, but it's not like I would go because I have to work. In short, I have to eat, sleep, go to school, and work. I don't even have more than six hours to sleep too.

Then one day at work, a man with a tattoo sleeve dipicting the story of a war walks in and changes my life forever.

I no longer have a chance of being boring any longer. I no longer have a chance to see my dad. I no longer have a chance to be invisible. I no longer have a chance to be the lonely girl.

I am something I never thought existed, and I don't think that I know how this happened in the first place.