So yeah I don't own Supernatural, or the characters and all that jazz. But I do own the story and the couple OCs that show up so yeah... ._. .-. ._. .-. *rolls away* awks.
Sorry if this prologue thingy sucks.. but I just hope it isn't as bad as the ending may or may not be easy. Because as Chuck said, 'Beginnings are easy. Endings are the hard part.' and I am paraphrasing here... ._. bloop. So enjoy.. or whatever.
I lived a normal life. Well I was never exactly what you would think of when you thought of a normal girl. You could say that I was the 'punk' 'grunge' 'emo' kid of my class, or whatever they are calling it these days. The piercings, the Tattoos, the (faux) leather jackets, old rock music, the whole sha-bang.
So maybe my looks and personality and such weren't exactly what you would classify as normal but nothing crazy really happened to me. I lived with my mother and I went to school, worked a part time job in retail while my mother worked. She was an artist and worked at this burning out bank. She had beauty to spare.
I was told my dad skipped out but I couldn't really complain, and I won't. I was only 16 and a lot of people have it a lot worse than I did.