Okay, in no way is this intended to be related to something else. All the characters are completely mine. The story line, all that. If I make something sound familiar, it's not supposed to. I just made this up.
I walked down the hallowed halls of the torture chamber they call highschool. I was on my way to math class. Whoope. An hour of dividing fractions and finding out what x times b divided by 3 is. Like I care how long it will take for Jimmy to get to Missouri. He should MapQuest it. That will tell him how long.
"Kyra! Kyra!" Called my math teacher, Mrs. Jacobson. "Are you even paying attention?" "No, Mrs. Baconbutt, I'm not. I'm thinking of ways to get out of this evil room." No, I'm not really stupid enough to say something like that to her face. "Of course I am, Mrs. Jacobson, what makes you think that I'm not?" "In that case, would you mind to explain to us where train A and train B meet?" I would like to say "Where the big collision is?" But once again, I'm not an idiot.
I calmly pull out a piece of paper and write down some numbers so that it looks like I'm actually doing it. In five, four, three, two, RINNNNGGGG!!! Math class is over. "I really wish that I could have helped, Mrs. Jacobson, but now I have to go off to Bio!"
I darted out of the room, and took my time getting to my next class. The rest of the day just seemed to go on and on. Finally, I made it home.
I suppose by now you're probably wondering who I am. I'm Kyra. Kyra Johanssen.
I suppose by now you're thinking that I actually went to school today. But no, I didn't. I can't. I'm not allowed outside during the day.
You thought you knew me. But you don't know me at all. You don't know a single thing about me. For all you know, I could have been lying about my name. You don't know me.
You don't know where I sleep at night, whether it a barn, a bed, or a coffin. You don't know what I eat, whether it fruit, raw steak, or people. You don't know what I drink, whether it juice, soda or blood. You don't know if I have glasses or not, what color my hair is, braces, clothes, my height. You don't know me at all