The World I live In

Chapter 0.5

Dollhouses, barbie dolls, happy meal toys and little pet toys

Those things are what I used to consider to be essential in my life. I considered them to be my best friends and my partners against the big bad world -which, in my case as a 7 year-old, Lower School.

I guess I depended on a lot of things even when I was in Pre-school to Elementary.

And I guess I always had a knack for "creating worlds" and getting completely lost in them. Even now I can't help but create characters and story lines.

I guess that's because my own world wasn't enough for me.

But what remains in all those years is my friend Alexia. She always resembled my "cool" (whatever cool meant before) and my "dark" and "mean" sides. She must have stuck around with me all those years because as I grew up,

The world grew darker.

and Scarier.

and I grew up in the exact same way.

But I'm getting too dark for the first act, let's start from the beginning