Chapter 1: Introduction to craziness

Where do I start? Well you might already think I am out of my mind, but I have tested myself. I have even been to an institution for a week, and they didn't find anything wrong with me, except that I talked with myself, which they said is normal for persons with low self-esteem or don't have too many friends, they even have a fancy name for it, but I can't remember right now. Anyway, so I am a kind of a "normal" child in fact, even if I never feel like it. I do have some medication I use to help me not seeing them, but they just knock me out so I rarely use them. So I tell my mom I'll take them to make her happy, and I ignore my "friends" when my mom is home, not to worry her. As if she hasn't gone through enough already, with dad and grandma dying and we also struggle economical, but she never tells me, even thought I know. She always tells me: "we have money enough to get food on the table every day", but I know its not true. She often asks my aunt for money and also our kind neighbor Mr. Hudson often invite us over for dinner. Well so where were we? Oh yes, where shall I start, maybe that one day at school, yea! That one is good.

You see, it were school, I sit in the back, in the corner, all alone, and waiting for the teacher to come, Mrs. Baxter, she is always late to the our English classes, but eventually she came, with a boy right behind her, I've never seen him before, and he were kind of cute, but I don't think anyone else thought the same. He was really tall, I bet he would reach up to the very upper shelf in my closet, without even standing on his tippy toes. He had beautiful, and at the same time cool, pitch-black hair that looked like he have used some time on it, but at the same time it looked so natural. His eyes where so blue I could see them from the other side of the classroom, like lights, they looked at everyone. One by one, categorizing us all after past experience, our gazes met and I looked away.
The teacher introduced him as Kevin and told us to be good to him, since he was new. He got the spot in front, the worst spot of course, he was really skinny and wore black pants and a blue hoody over, he had a dark, purple almost blue (or black?) Backpack over one of his shoulders, and walked like he owned the place, even though everyone knew he had no self-esteem. I looked down at my writing book, at my drooling's I was drawing, they were as always boring and point less.
Yes, I know what you think, this guy will be the love of my life, and all that, no he wasn't, and he isn't and will never be. I just had to start somewhere, but I though he were so cute I got to put him in here but he might show up later. One thing you should know: my life is not a fairytale, even though its surrounded by it, remember that.
Well as I continued drooling the class started, and blah blah, I always black out in the English classes, I sit in my own thoughts if don't:
"What cha drawing?!" A girl with really light voice, almost a scream cheering behind me, I didn't have to hear it twice to know who it was.

I didn't answer her as she sat down on the empty chair beside me. I knew no one else saw her or heard her, so it would just be stupid talking to her as the teacher talked, she knew that, I had explained it to her so many times, actually I tell her every time I was sent to the principals office for disturbing class. I had also told her not to interrupt the class, but she didn't listen to me ever, I couldn't help looking at her over-exited face. This girl is not just anyone, she has this really, really long blond hair, beautiful face, large green eyes and she is super skinny. She is always happy, ALWAYS! I've never seen her cry or scream out of anger, only in her movie, did you guess it? Yes of course it is Rapunzel. She is the one I see most often, she is kind of the one of them I like most.

I smiled at her, she was so cute, and yea, there might be something you have to know: all the characters I see, their at my age, they follow my age all the time, so by this time Rapunzel and I are 17 years old. It has always been this way, don't ask why, I have no idea myself. The first time I can remember I saw one of these figures were when I was about 4, I think. I saw a baby tiger and a little girl, in this blue sari, she had long black hair and looked like she were a foreigner, and yes it was Jasmine. Anyway:

Rapunzel looked away from me, out in the classroom. She sees Kevin, the new boy, and looks at me again, smiling all she can, miming with her mouth: "Why didn't you tell me?!" I gave her the same expression I give my mom when she asks me why I don't bring anyone home from school. "You like him don't cha?" She is nearly fangirling now, "No!" I shout at her, and the entire class turns to me, I felt my face getting much hotter and I bet I turned red when I meet Kevin's gaze. "Is there something wrong with Shakespeare, Morgan?"

Too Be continued :)