I sat staring in the mirror trying for the zillionth time to pin my hair back. Unsuccessful yet again I begrudgingly slid off the sink. It seems that it was just my luck that when I slid my hips past the faucet, I happened to knock the bottle off the counter top. As it tumbled towards the ground I almost couldn't breathe. At the last second possible I reached down and caught it. Slipping my fingers over the cold smooth glass and strengthening my grip just in case. Why me? I set the bottle on the sink and stood starring dejectedly at my own reflection. "If you were prettier you'd have a boyfriend!" I slurred at the face that started so blankly back at me. Like I had seen the "pretty" girls do countless times in the movies, I straightened my hair and clothes. It didn't help. Everything about my reflection seemed wrong. My face was jagged and chiseled, not at all soft or welcoming. My pale skin pulled tight over my forehead and jaw bone. Framing my flawless skin was a head of shortly cropped brown hair. It had fading red streaks from two summers back when my mom had died it. Mom… I shook my head trying to clear the thoughts. All in all I wasn't too abnormal, and it would have stayed this way if it weren't for my eyes. I had never met anyone with eyes like mine. They were grey around the center and faded into an effervescent green. I tried to turn away and stumbled. "Damn it!" I mumbled. This was the third time this week that I was inevitably going to end up drunk and it was only Wednesday. My life was great. I heard the distant chorus of "how you love me now" playing in the next room. I took one last look in the mirror and gave my best death stare. "It's game time" I whispered. I strut down the hall to the kitchen to find my phone. The caller ID said Ali Kat! The only good part of my day was about to start. "Hey Bitch! What's happening?" I asked as I flipped open my phone. I was returned with the usual response "Oh… just stalking boys, banging of walls, and living up life. What's good with you?" I just smiled at the phone shaking my head. "What do you want anyway?" "YOUR SOUL!" she replied in a demonic tone followed by an undeniably girly giggle. "That's my girl!" I thought silently. As I tried to drum up a response I heard a distinct click and then nothing. I pulled the phone away from my ear and dropped my gaze to the screen. Puzzled slightly by the fact that I had perfect cell reception, yet the call had been dropped. I sighed obnoxiously into the static as I stuffed the phone back into my pocket. Great that's just what I needed to add to my list of annoyances, crappy phone reception. Urgh! Why me? My life was so boring! It was simplistic and orderly, you could time on a schedule. Hell I could even predict what was going to happen by the second. I hated my life! I wanted adventure. I wanted to shake things up. More than anything I wanted to leave this crappy little town and all its melancholy rain. I hate it here! I want to live, be free, breathe! I want to be able to say I've done something no one else has! But my life was never going to change. This is the one thought I wish had never crossed my mind for I was about to be thrown into an adventure that would turn my world upside down and inside out. I would NEVER be the same.