Prologue

I never wished for much in life. I didn't need the latest technology, clothes from GracieGrace, or popularity. I didn't need a family that got along or paid attention to me. All I asked for was interesting to happen to me.

Hallton seemed to be the most boring place this world could imagine. We lived right off of the city, so everything was just flashing lights and teenage girls with plastic faces going into GracieGrace right after Shampoodle, idiots going to be scammed by the black market salesmen, Redd, and pathetic nobodies who decide they need to go to a movie theater to learn emotions.

As you can probably tell, my glass was not half full, nor half empty. No, my glass had been poured smashed against a brick wall at one hundred twenty miles an hour long ago, when my mother re-married.

I had no idea what was so special about Greg. She'd yell, he'd yell, and I'd sit bawling in my room. Well, that was how it was for a few months. Later, I got used to it, and just listened. Crying on the inside. My mother would call my father, and they'd yell over the phone. It just seemed to be my life was full of nothing but hatred. I couldn't talk to my adult sister - she just yelled at everyone with them.

Through this, I had grown pure hate for more than a couple things. My whole family, of course, for making me live in my 'room.' In reality, since my new parents couldn't afford a decent house, I lived in a walk-in closet. I had volunteered for this knowing it would make it easier to be away from all the chaos, but I still didn't enjoy it. I had a mattress, a couple carboard boxes, and a radio. Good enough for me. But the thing is, I could have stayed out of the closet-room all day, if my family could just be a normal, happy family. But I dealt with this. I guess it was a bit more interesting then a normal family.

Next was Hallton. As I had described, this town seemed to be full of nobody but selfish losers. The town itself was terrible. There were too many villagers. The city was full of litter. The town, which I lived on the edge on, was all just a "cutesy little town with nice little shops and nice people." Ha. More like a town full of scam shops and rude villagers.

Now, there was one animal who I didn't hate. Biskit was his name. The orange, plush-like dog was the only thing that could make me laugh. He was a goofy klutz, always hurting himself. He put up with my anger, making a joke out of it. His way of making fun of me made me laugh at myself instead of wishing for his death. He was the closest thing to interesting this shabby place had.

So, yes. All I wished for was something interesting, fun, exciting. Something that would give me all the emotions of anxiety, fear, pain that I never got. But you know how they say to be careful what you wish for...