~prolouge~
Hey, my name is ocean. I'll be telling you my story. I'm 14 years old, rather athletic (haaha not so much), tall, not very skinny but I wouldn't call myself fat, not popular; more accurate- i have no friends, so my life is pretty miserable. Anyway this is my story~ it was just a regular day for me when something pretty harmless changed my life.
It's 8AM and school starts in 30mins, I have no time at all to get ready. This is going to have to be the quickest time i've ever got ready..
OK i'm finished and it's only 8:15, wow i may have to ring up the the Guinness World Book Of Records because damn i was fast. Now all I have to do is sprint to school- fabulous, taking into account that i've come last on cross country every year I've done it. This is going to work out just great, not. I opened my front door getting ready to run but instead i stopped dead. In front of me i saw a very antique looking journal, just sitting on my doorstep.
Who on earth would just leave somebodies journal on MY doorstep, is this some kind of whacky sign? Oh well there's no time for wondering now so I'll just sling it in my school bag and read it on my free period. Gotta dash!
YOU ARE READING
hey, my name is ocean.
Teen Fictionocean was a regular girl. well.. she wasn't popular but regular never the less. Until that one day when she found the journal, it changed her entire life. ~this story will be continued in another book I'm writing called 'hey, my name is victoria'~
