Hello! ok, so, I wrote this fan fiction awhile back and decided to edit it and post it on here. I have chapter 1 ready, but it needs editing. BTW, I know I don't get to the point fast enough in the prologue, but I promise you, its for a good reason! I want you to get to know the character and how she thinks and feels about things happening around her.

PLEASE COMMENT AND REVIEW AFTER READING!

I sat bored as hell in my social studies class. Sad thing was it was only my 3rd class of the day and I wanted to go and take a nap already. I had no choice but to take it this semester since I didn't have enough credits yet for it. I can't believe I have to suffer through 3 semesters of shit about places none of us will ever care to know about or go to.

Why can't we learn about real countries worth caring about? Like England, Ireland, or Scotland. Those are countries people wanna visit, not the shit-holes they call Iraq, India and Afghanistan, which I need to say honestly, I'm tired of hearing how we are fighting them and about how they are all hurting bad with a bad economy. Well, so are we! Our economy is totally fucked over now too and, no it's not Pres. Obama's fault, it's our own god damn faults 'cause we don't know how to fucking save our money! I just want to stop hearing people whine about how our countries shit, and how this other country is shit, 'cause I gotta be honest, I don't give a fuck. Yea I know I am ranting but can you blame me? I am so tired of learning about the same stuff.

Yea, I know, I'm ranting, but don't worry, this story will get interesting, very quick. Let me show you who I am, and it will help this whole story, go a lot smoother.

Because of the boring classes I tend to take to my drawing instead. This semester I took art again because I can't seem to fucking get the noses right, they always end up crooked. I try to pay attention once in a while, so that I'm not caught doing my art, or rearranging my portfolio, and so I don't fail the class. I honestly did the same thing all the way through school. I always hated social studies unless it was talking about somewhere possibly haunted, or unless it had to do with the UK or Egyptian mythology.

Thankfully, college isn't the worst thing in the world. Because once you turn 21, this college lets you through parties with alcohol, and what's awesome, is I'm 23, almost 24. But of course you get your own personal guard to let people in and out, mostly to keep the underage people out which sucks if you have friends younger than you, and sucks even more if you dorm roommate is under 21 or if you are but your roommate isn't… long story short though, college will be an asshole and a half, or it could be the coolest place on earth.

I was awaiting my phone to buzz in my pocket. I was waiting for an email that said "congratulations you won the GAC Fan Poem Contest!" in which I would win from my poem I had submitted. I thought about it in my head all day, wondering if I should have proof-read it just one more time; a 5th time couldn't hurt, right?

"Help you understand me"

Here lies my hopes and dreams because you still don't seem to notice me

I am still just a girl, just another fan still invisible

So why is it so hard for you to notice me? Am I really so invisible you see right through me?

Well I stare into you, and I see into you, because I am no fool.

I am not invisible, I am unique so look into my life I'll give you a peek.

At one point I had hopes and dreams, until I caught reality and you passed through me

To you I'm still invisible, and this makes me cry and more vulnerable

I battle bullies every day, through the thick fog and gray

I have dealt with broken homes and torn families, but those never broke me

You gave me hope to battle the bullies to keep fighting and to keep going.

I have lost so many friends, those good and bad, and yes this made me very sad

But then you can't seem to find the one you love most, and then you realize you will forever be invisible to the man who has seen ghosts.

I knew I had no chance in the world, but I sent it in anyways. I was really nervous though. What would I do if I did win? What if I have to pay money though? I didn't wanna be thinking about all those things right now but I couldn't help it. My own written words scattered through my brain, while others tried to force them back, replacing them with something more complex.

Dang it I should've changed that word…

Damn it that didn't sound right at all….

They're going to look at it and laugh I just know it…

Maybe I should send in my other one… no no no that one was terrible… well, then again…

I couldn't stop yelling at myself in own my own head. I hated being so anxious, and so hopeful about something of this proportion. I'm just a silly girl trying to live out her exotic fantasies, and I rarely stop to realize they will never happen. For crying out loud! I'm in love with Captain Hook! (The new one of course). I thought I could have a life with men much too old for me. But Zak, he, he was complete bliss, and the first time we… well, you will know soon. I promise.

But think about it, the contest was if you won, you got to spend an entire week with GAC interviewing and gathering info about the location, then on the last day you would go on their investigation with them. Just thinking about being alone with Zak in the dark gave me bad dirty thoughts, but who could help it?

So, what did you think? Please comment and review and follow the story! It will be fantastic I promise!

poem was written by me, I may insert more poems, possibly at the beginning, kind of explaining or summing up how the character is feeling let me know if that would be cool to do.