June 18, 2011
Before I begin my story, let me give you a short back-ground. My name is Annabel Morrison. I’m 15 years old and I live in the middle of nowhere town of Low Row, England. I was born and raised in the Big Apple, but after my parents got divorced four years ago and my dad won custody over me and my older/bitchier sister, Cassidy, we moved here to follow his work. My dad is the secretary for an ambassador of whatever. I attend the International School for the Mentally Advanced that is about a kilometer away from my home. It’s basically a school for a bunch of rich snobby kids that have nothing better to do with their money. Mentally Advanced? No way. I’m probably the smartest girl in my 10th grade class. Why care about grades when daddy can go buy you a brand new Porsche everyday for the rest of your life, right?
Anyway, my life sucks. There’s nothing interesting that happens in Low Row. The town should be called Death Row because I seem to be next in line for death by boredom. The only thing good about this place is the weather being nice. And being one of the least rich girls in school, I have the least amount of friends, total: 0. So, when Mr. Weiner (Its pronounced whiner, but the guy is a serious dick) assigned us a summer writing assignment—something that I know I’ll be the only one passing since I’ll probably be the only one staying in this town over summer, I got the perfect idea.
I am going to write about my life from a possibly different dimension. A life where it is totally interesting and I get the sexy guy in the end. It would be so cool if the life I am about to right about exists! Because in this life, mythical creatures exist, and only few know about them. Then I meet this completely handsome and brooding man who ends up being one of them. It’s going to be f***ing brilliant! (OMG! I am so fangirling right now!)
So here I go!!