I was living a normal, peaceful life in England, many friends, many possessions to my name, but still, I was unhappy. I went to school every day just like any other 10-year-old, and came home ever evening at the same time, changed from my school clothes to jeans and a sweater, did my homework, and went outside to read a book. The only thing that ever changed about my life was the book that I read each day, and eventually I got bored of my perfect life, my perfect parents, and my perfect friends. I was tired of every aspect of my life being just so. The early March morning when my eleventh birthday rolled around, I was ready for some adventure. And oh did I get it.