Proluge:
It was a Tuesday, I had pulled another all nighter. They were getting very common lately. Maybe it had something to do with the increasing amount of stress that hovered like a black cloud around me.. Or it could be that i find sleeping absolutly pointless, and not to mention boring. But my life was also boring. I would love sleep a lot more if I could somehow bring myself to dream good dreams rather than the black nothingness that leaves me screaming myself awake.
Under the impression that it is my some-what sick obsession with horror films, my step-father, Charlie Marx, suspended my privlage to watch them until he knows for sure that the "nightmares" were gone. I dont know if I would classify it nightmares rather than black holes.
I hear the sound of my neighbor's car alarm sounding, ringing like a siren. I guess i wasnt the only one up all night. Mr. Barry's wife has been sneaking around these last few months with her secretary. He still convinces himself that she is innocent and the rest of our pathetic town of lehigh scres had gone mad - athough he's caught her in action more than a few times - i dont think i blame him.. about our town being mad. Lehigh Acres was a little hick-ville town set in the southwest corner of the lightning capitol of the world, the sunshine state... Florida. The terrain was a mix of desert sand and swampy waters and Amazonian wildlife. The weather was bi-polar in ways - it was always extreme. When it wanted to rain.. it was a friggen tropical storm. When it wanted to drizzle -you could stand out there the whole time and be perfectly dry when you got back inside. When it wanted to be hot, you were left dehydrated and most often hospitalized. When it wanted to be cold, you were rummaging through your old clothes you save on the occasion you might visit your family up north during the snowy holidays. Then you were left hoping that secret fudge cake you ate last night didnt leave you gasping for breath as you pushed the zipper to your jacket up that last stretch and that your tight squeeze didnt end up with down everywhere and an enormous mess to clean up later.
I watched silently still through my blinds the darkness of the sky turn to beautiful shades of pink and blue. My name is Ivy, Ivy Daniels. And this is the story of how Romeo and Juliet endings come in the most unexpected forms. This is my "Good Luck In Love" Guide to you. These Pages that proceed will show you my trials and errors, the hopeless failed attempts to find love, even in the most hidden, darkest, muggiest, mosquito infested territories.