Wanderlost

by MidnightRevel

I know, I know, you've seen this before. But that doesn't make it any less entertaining, does it? Cliches are cliches for a reason, they just work. So try this. Just come on in, take a peek. It won't do you any harm. I promise you'll get a kick out of it. If not, well then you can't exactly sue me, can you?

1. Prologue

To be honest, I wouldn't believe me if I were you. I mean, I'm just words on a page, or a computer screen. It doesn't matter which really. To you, I'm something disposable, something that you can simply put down and walk away from. From your point of view, I'm fiction.

Oh but I'm do much more than that. I'm a living breathing person. I have wants, needs, desires, and inhibitions. I have eyes, ears, a nose, a heart, body parts like you. The only strange thing about me seems to be the fact that I was displaced. See, I got sucked from one world to another. But you will hear about that later.

First, let me give you a quick run down of me. I'm not really going to be explaining any of this later so here goes. My hair is brown, like mud. There are no pretty highlights or lowlights. Its just brown. And long. Usually I keep it up in a ponytail. I have grey eyes that my mother insists change colors with my moods.

My body type is fairly frail. Who am I kidding, you could probably snap me in half with one hand. Its not ideal. There are a great number of things I can't do, like pull ups. No muscle at all.

So there. Now you know all about me. Or kind of what I look like anyway. Whatever. I could be lying for all you know. After all, I'm the one telling the story. Who's to say that anything I tell you is the truth?