This fanfiction is basically an apology to all of my readers and reviwers for not writing for so long. I've been extremely busy and many things have prevented me from writing, so please accept my most humble apology with this short story. If you have any questions, comments, or critizisms please feel free to send me an e-mail from my page, or just tell me in your review. Enjoy.
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Prolouge: The Endless Cycle
It's surprising how quickly your life can become monotonous, meaningless, and plain. It just jumps out at you and you weren't even looking for it, or a reason to have a pity party. Monotony signifies the need for change, a need we might not have recognized before; so therefore we must take action to break the endless cycle that has become our life, and in order to save ourselves.
This epiphany hit Serena Tuskino during one of her usual monotonous days. She was sitting in the arcade, alone, the buzz if the small community not even registering in her ears as she stared sightlessly at her textbook of American Literature. She knew she never came to the arcade to have fun or socialize. It was to create the illusion of belonging: to herself, her parents, and everyone around her. The endless drone of her life hadn't bothered her up until now, but now it seemed all the more troublesome that she was wasting away her empty shell of a life. Something needed to change.
Quickly gathering up all of her school supplies and rushing out of the arcade the cold winter air hit her like a smack, throwing her miserable life back into her face. As she began her walk home, the fierce winter wind whipped around her reflecting the turmoil within her own mind. The gray, drab sidewalk stretched that before her had a remarkable resemblance to her own life, and she was sick if it. Sick of herself, sick of her life, sick of everything; she was running.
The wind drew tears from her eyes, as she ran. She didn't know where or when she would stop, she had to prove to herself that at some point the dull sidewalk would change, have a crack or something; some small token of imperfection and interest. If any thing she just had to get away from it, from everything.
She ran into something hard, that seemed to be moving at the same velocity she had been travling. The momentum of the collision sent her sailing back onto her back knocking her head against the ground. All of the breath had been knocked clear out of her, and she could feel a bump begin to swell on the back of her head. As she gasped for air she stared up at the gray cloudy sky, a light snow began to fall, the flakes feeling refreshing and pure on her sweaty face; she heard the most beautiful sound in the world.
"Why don't you watch were the hell you're going!"
And Serena finally lived.