" i hate the world. " the twelve year old girl thinks to herself as she pushes the covers off and turns off the darn alarm. another day in tartarus, it was such a joy. she gets home from that prison named school, and clicks on chrome. 'wattpad', she types in and the website with her account already logged in pops up. she presses create and begins... story of her life. maybe this could be her room of requirements.