The Chronicles of
A Digidestined
CHAPTER 1
My name is Amity. However, don't be fooled by the ironic name. My life is anything but happy and peaceful.
On the contrary, I'm rather lonely, I have no real friends, and I have low self-esteem.
And this is all very depressing.
I sometimes wonder if it's all really worth it.
And then I remember him.
Alistair Lee, a fellow 16-year-old, and the only person I've ever considered considering a friend.
Alistair's been to all my soccer practices and games since I met him, and it's mainly because of him that I've done so well.
Now, back to my faults.
The muscles in my arms can't put any decent amount of force into thrusting and jabbing, so I can't throw anything. Also, I've been standing in my sister's shadow for the past 7 years, because she's a genius and I'm not. And my brother, Tobias, has some kind of appeal, just because he's a "loner", and I'm not very popular.
I'm not really anything.
I just… am.
CHAPTER 2
Maybe I should explain why I'm this way.
Yeah, I'll do that…
So here's some significant events in my life:
My father left for some war when I was 11. He never came back. Well, he did, but not alive. He never even knew his youngest daughter, Loretta, for more than a year-and-a-half.
Another time, when I was 6, my only friend stepped into the middle of a busy street. She never did listen to my warnings about looking both ways. I witnessed it.
So I guess you could say death follows me around, killing off people I care about. I guess the real reason I don't associate with anyone is because I'm really just afraid for their safety.
As a little, little girl, it had always been my dream to be a great tennis player. This dream of mine was soon destroyed, as I quickly found out that my arms weren't developed enough to swing a racket with any decent amount of force.
Along these same lines, I've always been bullied my entire life. The one time I decided to stand up for myself, something awful happened. Responded to getting hit, I swung my fist as hard as I possibly could at the bully. Instead of hurting him, like his had to me, I didn't cause so much as a bruise. And, to add insult to injury, a teacher reprimanded me for it.
So I've taken up soccer and rock-climbing.
Oh, I also have Bipolar II disorder.
I hope that's enough information. I really don't like discussing this topic.
THE END
(Epilogue deleted due to spoiler concerns)