I'll never forget that day.

It may seem so insignificant to some, but to me it was the day it all changed. Yes. That was the day I made that simple wish that enviably led to my new birth in to the person I am today.

That was the day eight words left my lips and my new life was set in motion.

Chapter 1 –Eight words spoken out loud--

"Talking of ones self is also a way of concealing ones self" that has always been my favorite quote. I find it fascinating. The human mind is so complex, yet so simple once you learn a few ways to help understand it. My father calls it a curse... My need to analyze people and their behavior. "My great psychologist" is what he used to call me…fitting I suppose. But I never felt the desire to HELP people. I feel perfectly fine just sitting back and observing. It's a bad habit of mine; I analyze people and group them according to the behavior and emotional state. I don't go near people less mature than me, and people of spontaneous behavior I seem to cling to.

My friends call me odd for also analyzing characters in fictional books. But I can't help it to me they are as real as day.

The girl who's sister is dieing of leukemia in a famous book, I analyze and diagnoses, trying to understand what makes her tick. What she thinks and how she feels. The lonely hero in a fantasy novel I have the deep desire to help and understand….its only fictional characters I feel a desire to help odd isn't it?

That day started normal enough. I was woken up by my cell phone blaring an annoying tone, witch repeated endlessly in to the dark room. With a grunt I crawled out of my covers and reached a little too far on to my desk to reach my cell, causing a painful cramp in my arm to appear. "Damint!" a yelled out as I grabbed my spasing appendage. I muttered unconscious cursing in to the air as slowly the pain subsided.

'Great way to start off the day' I thought as I finally turned off the alarm. My eyes looked at the time and a familiar annoyance fell upon me "5:30" I hate waking up this early but theirs no helping it. If I want to get to school on time and actually have no rush, the loss of sleep is required. I envied the people who lived one block away form the school and only had to wake up at 6:50 "lucky bastards" I muttered thinking of them. Inside my mind I could hear my friend Kelly laughing at me, for she was one of those people. She found it positively delightful to here my annoyance and even in my mind her taunting did not escape me.

Realizing I have spent far to much time getting out of bed, I quickly stumbled out of my room and ran towards the bath room. The sudden change form pitch black to the bright fluoresce light hurt my eyes and yet again I found my self cursing. In a rush I undressed and went in to the shower. I enjoyed so much the feel of the warm water against my skin, but I knew I could spend no more than 8 ½ minutes in the shower, if I wanted enough time to blow dry my hair and eat food.

I had gotten in to the habit of putting myself on a time schedule along time ago. Middle school was when it begun, but back then I based my timing by when the commercials would come on, on the TV show I was watching.

I still remember it, when the second comical came on during digimon, was the time I should leave the house and began walking to the bus stop.

But at the point I was at in my life now, I had NO time for TV, No time for anything for that fact. I was luckily if I could get an hour of computer time a day.

When I was not at school, I was cleaning, shopping, cooking, or finally getting some rest. Yes living on your own is NOT fun.

Like every other day I was the last person to appear at my bus stop. The new freshman girls trying desperately to fit in with my little group of upper classmen.

A boy, Adam, rummaged through my bag for books to read as I unconsciously dazed off in to space. The dim light of the sun slowly rising through the fog reminding me of a horror movie I once saw where zombies attacked…my mind was far to sleep deprived to conceive any rationalized thought.

In a dazed voice I said "zombie season" and as usual my friends stared at me and my random phrasing of words, but my good friend Robert quickly retorted with a "I hope the school is zombie proof, I say by the weather that their gonna be coming any day now" a smirk appeared on my face and I found myself loving my life.

The rest of the day was spent attending class and joking around with friends. But while in my classes I could not help but let my mind wonder to fiction and literature. The fantasy lands and epic characters conversed in my mind, and I interacted with them. It was almost a way for me to escape the over worked world I was in.

It was then; in the back of my English 12 class I muttered the eight words that changed my world forever.

Never in my wildest dream would I actually believe that me saying out loud my desires would actually make them come true. But to my astonishment they did.

As the teacher rambled on about some lame essay

I quietly said to myself "I wish my life was like a story"

--end of chapter 1

Wow, I hope you like it .

I tried hard to develop the main character, and I hope I did a good job. I tred to make her seem realistic, I think I made that goal…tell me if I didn't?

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