Hi. My name is Sam. No not Samantha, just Sam. I'm just your average young adult. I'm 24 years old. I am not going to college. Too much commitment involved. If you haven't already guessed, I'm a girl. I live in Gotham City. My favorite color is blue, like the ocean. I suppose I should describe the way I look since there isn't going to be a point where it going to be mentioned. Well... I have brown eyes. Yep, no stunningly blue eyes. I have tan skin, because I'm russian. I have freckles. Not so many that it looks sickening, but you know... Freckles. And no I don't have a russian accent... I have pale brown hair. Some say they like the color but quite frankly it looks washed out and I plan on dying it. No, I'm not in a gang, or the mafia, nor am I a criminal. I don't have any retarded powers. And this is not a romance. I mean, hey there is some flirting I guess but no, no romance. I'm just a boring little girl who happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and this is my reckless little boring life, at least I think its boring. I have a job.. I work at some gay little discount thrift store. Its called, you guessed it, Thrift Store. Yeah I know right, I don't even get to work in Goodwill. Shame isn't it? I can play the drums.. But not well. I sound like a octapus on speed. I'm the slowest learner possible. I speak french. But I only know second year french. So as you can imagine its only the basics. I love drawing though. I would have to say it's the only thing I'm good at. I only draw nature so, uh, yeah hit me up if you want a portrait... Yay...

Yeah I'm totally going to start out my story like this. Epic…

A/N: this story is going to be effing weird. It's going to be like a series of crap. From diary entries to IM conversations to an actual story. So be prepared from weird writing.