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Chapter 1: My Scripted Life

Hey guys, this is my first book on wattpad and I'd like to tell you how I work, at the end of a chapter or paragraph you give me your comments and tell me things that need to be revised or edited. At the end of a book tell me what you thought of it and give me some ideas for a new book. I will write down all the best ideas. And of course favorite and follow me. Thanks, hope you enjoy my story. P.s., I'll be drawing the cover and chapter pictures so it might take awhile. Thanks.

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My life couldn't be any less adventurous. I hardly ever get out of the house, which is actually just what I need, a long day of sitting down on my marshmallow textured bed, dreaming of things that people believe don't exist because there is no 'proof" of their existence. I'd say they don't have an imagination, bad thing is, I do. Why's that bad? Because! I want to get out of reality and experience and unreal adventure, but everyone tells me that I'm crazy, there is no such thing as dragons, unicorns, and other fairy tail creatures. And those stupid non-believers persuade me more and more everyday to believe them because they've got the facts and I, sadly, do not. But I can't give up on my dreams! If I let my guard down they will get into my head and turn me into a sheeple like them!

I drew in a bubble of air irritatedly and fell back onto my pillow, causing the air to shoot out of my lungs. I lay there staring at my plain white ceiling with my hands rested on my stomach. My hands rise, and fall as I inhale and exhale air slow and steadily.

I already know what my day will be like, it will be like everyone else's, it will be the usual, we will all wake up, get ready for the day, and live a scripted, boring life.

However, I can change this, if I lead my day in what people call insanity, then I won't be sucked into the stupidity of the people surrounding me; or I could take the path of a paid actress and just pretend to be one of the many morons in the world. Let's go with whichever one presents itself first.

Finally my emotions awaken from their slumber which causes my face to light up and now that my face is awake and I'm no longer tired, I begin to move.

I sit up and place my bare feet on the carpet and wiggle my toes to get them moving. Now I am just sitting here, blinking Morse code to my brain, informing it to wake up the rest of my well relaxed body.

After like 5 minuts of staring at absolutely nothing I decide to give my legs a try. I push off my mattress and balance myself before taking my first step of the day.

I walk to my dresser with heavy steps and grab out my everyday outfit, a pair of jeans, a cute shirt to match, and a cammie that fits in with the shirt.

Now I must tip-toe to the bathroom and be very careful not to wake my dad, he has a very stressful job, grocery store security guard, surprisingly more interesting than jewelry store security guards. Any way, he deserves his beauty sleep.

My super spy tip toeing has come to an end once I reach the bathroom and close the door, no one should suffer seeing a fifteen year old girl getting rid of the work of peaceful sleep.

I start off with brushing away the bed head, a painful process, and follow that with scrubbing out my morning breath, washing my oily face, and dabbing on a tad bit of makeup, then vwala! You have a work of art. The perfect way to start an average day.

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This chapter is deticated to my father for all the hard work he does at his job. Thanks for reading, see you next chapter!

This chapter has been edited, tell me what you think and if I should add anymore description anywhere. Thank you.