I have no idea where this story will go, I'm just posting this to see what you guys think. I have writer's block on the third chapter, but I have the second one written out. Just review and tell me what you think, thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wreck-It Ralph, but I do own the plushie! :D

Enjoy!

I was having the same dream I have every night. Here I am, standing on the sidewalk on a cold, rainy night. I see a scrawny hooded woman walk up the steps of Ocean View Orphanage, carrying a whimpering bundle. I assume the bundle is me when I was small, but I can never tell because I've never gotten a good look at the baby. I helplessly watched as the woman hugged her baby one last time before she tapped quietly on the door, and took off into the night, never to be seen again. The door was answered a second later, and the orphanage worker looked around before her eyes settled on the quivering baby. Quickly opening the door, she scooped up the baby, cradling her in her arms and looking around for any sign of its mother. But saw nothing…

I was met with a bright light, squinting as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. My strawberry blonde hair was in a mangled mess around my head, or as a normal person would call it, bed head hair. I push a mangled lock of hair out of my face and glance at the clock; 7:30, the numbers read. Heaving a tired sigh, I pushed myself out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After brushing, swishing with my favorite mint mouthwash, and washing my smooth acne-free face, I grabbed a brush and set to work on my tangled hair.

No luck.

I groaned, and tried again, and soon my naturally curly hair was flowing down my back. I then put on a light layer of blush, enough to make my cheeks look rosy red, mascara, a dab of pink lipstick, and my favorite cherry flavored lip gloss.

I later flounced back into my room, the curls bouncing with every step. I made my way to the dresser where the clothes I picked out yesterday were hanging up. I grabbed them and changed in the closet. I stood in the mirror, afterward, staring in a daze at how beautiful I am. Not that I'm a priss or anything like that. But you have to admit, I look hot in the black and white striped noodle strapped tank top (which seemed to bring out my deep chocolate brown eyes very much for some strange reason), jean cutoffs, white cotton knee high socks, and these cute white Doc Martin boots I bought the other day. My daze got cut off when I heard a yell, "Asia, hurry up or you'll miss the bus!"

"I'm coming, Mrs. Smith!" I grabbed a pair of hoop earrings and rushed out of the door downstairs for breakfast.

But first off, who am I, you're probably wondering? I'm Asia Baxter, cool name huh? I always thought my name sounded really mystical like Esmeralda or something like that. As you can tell from my dream, I sadly admit that I've been an orphan my whole life. I've never met my mom or dad, and that horrible memory of my mom leaving me on the doorstep of the orphanage has been haunting me since forever. I have so many questions about my dream, but I can't ask anyone because they have no answers, not even Mrs. Smith, my adoptive mom.

The one question I have to know is: why did my mom abandon me? Well, judging by her scrawny body in my dream, I guess its cause she couldn't afford to take care of me and decided to just leave me in a place where I'll be properly raised. But the question I've been wondering for a while is why my dad isn't there. I mean, did he die and that left my mom with no job? Or was it something else?

The only reminder I have of my parents is this family photo that was taken when I was a newborn. Sometimes when I'm sad, I stare at the picture and it makes me feel like they're still here. It sounds weird, but it somehow makes me feel more connected to them.

I ran downstairs, where my best friends Makayla and Leila were finishing up their breakfast. Yeah, it's pretty cool how Mrs. Smith adopted all three of us. We were all best friends at the orphanage, and neither of us wanted to get adopted unless all three of us were going together. Sadly, none of the parents wanted to adopt all three of us, until we met Carol Smith; she understood our strong friendship because she was in the same situation when she was being adopted too. She didn't want to be adopted unless they adopted her sister too, but she got adopted and her sister didn't sadly. Since she didn't want any hearts broken, she decided to adopt all three of us

I smiled at the memory as I rushed to the table and grabbed a slice of toast, just in time to hear Mrs. Smith begin to scold to me. "Honestly Asia, you need to be getting down here quicker! The last time this happened you nearly missed the bus!"

I simply shrugged, chomping away on the toast and washed it down with a swig of black cherry juice. "A girl needs her beauty sleep, Mrs. Smith."

"Yes I know that dear, and I've told you a million times that you can call me Carol." Her sparkling blue eyes and face softened into her familiar smile. I don't know what it is about her smile, but it can put me in a good mood even if I have the worst day of my life.

I sat down with my friends, just as Leila stood up, swallowing her last gulp of her juice as she rushed towards the door, her honey chestnut brown hair in a fishtail braid was flying as she ran. "I'm gonna ride my skateboard to school!" She was about to run out the door with her skateboard clamped under her arm, but Carol swooped in front of her with her arms folded across her chest. "Not so fast, young lady. Do you remember the last time you rode your skateboard to school?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

From the table, I could see Leila's shoulders droop with disappointment. "C'mon Carol, I didn't see that old lady crossing the street! And she only broke one little neck bone, no biggie!" I snickered, nearly choking on my toast at the memory of when Leila crashed into some old lady crossing the street the last time Carol let her skateboard to school. If it hadn't been for Carol's sweet attitude and bribery, then the old lady –whose grandson just happens to be a very successful lawyer- would've sued her. In the end, Leila had gotten a month long grounding, including no skateboarding.

"Well, it is what it is, dearie." Carol led Leila back to me and Makayla. "Now you sit with your friends until they finish their breakfast, and you'll ride the bus to school with them."

"Yes, ma'am." Leila nodded dolefully, placing her helmet on the table just as Makayla and I finished up our breakfast. "Done!" We said in unison, swiftly getting up from the table and placing our dishes in the sink, just in time to hear the bus coming down the street. "Gotta go, bye Carol!" I shout, grabbing my royal blue Vera Bradley book bag while Makayla grabbed her red flower patterned backpack and Leila did the same to her plaid blue backpack. We all charged out of the door just in the nick of time when the bus screeched to a stop. Just before we could get on the bus, however, I heard Carol shout, "Leila! You forgot your lunch!" I whirled around to see Carol waving a brown lunch bag in the air.

"Oops, dang it." I heard Leila mutter under her breath as she darted across the lawn, grabbed her lunch from Carol but not before receiving a short scold from her, and finally all three of us piled onto the bus after greeting our bus driver, Dave. We all crammed onto a seat in the back of the bus where the air conditioner was always running, and I sat on the end near the window with Makayla in the middle and Leila at the end of the seat stretching her legs out onto the aisle. The bus doors flapped close and the vehicle took off down the street, jerking us forward but we relaxed as the bus slowed down.

I pushed a stray of my hair out of my face as I turned to my friends, "I can't wait for tonight's sleepover!"

"Technically it's not a sleepover cause we all live in the same house, Asia." Makayla pushed her black rectangular glasses up the bridge of her nose, probably for the fifth time this morning. To get straight to it, Makayla is one hundred percent pure nerd. Anyone can tell by her glasses, sky blue sweater vest that matches her eyes, and she's always piping random facts every few minutes or so.

"Yeah, but still!" I faked a pout, smirking at the same time.

"Whatever, I'm just looking forward to my skateboard competition tomorrow!" Leila squealed happily, which seemed very unlikely for a tomboy like her. Leila has been all about skateboarding since she saw Tony Hawk on TV when we were twelve.

"You'll do great, Leila. I know it." I placed a hand on her shoulder, which was kinda awkward to do since I had to reach behind Makayla to do so.

"Thanks," She muttered as she pulled her phone out of her bag, and placed her ear buds into her ears. "I'm gonna chill for a while, wake me up when we're at school." She turned on her music, and shut her eyes. She turned up the music so loudly I could hear the faint sounds of drums crashing and an electric guitar.

I feel my phone vibrate, and I pull it out to see a text from Danny, my ex boyfriend. "Ugh!" I groan as I read his text, Hey babe, you up for tonight?. Danny knows we broke up two weeks ago, and he's still trying to get us back together. The reason why I broke up with him is because I caught him kissing another girl behind the lockers at school. Heartbroken and mortified, I slapped him and yelled that we are through; he didn't even try to explain.

Feeling someone watching me, I looked to see Makayla reading my text. "Hey!" I turned off the power button. "Ever heard of privacy?"

"Sorry," She pushed up her glasses, her sparkling baby blue eyes had a strange glint in them. "You really need to tell him off, Asia."

"Oh I will," I felt a smirk crawl on my face as I messaged Danny, You listen here you snotty little jerk, we are never ever getting back together, got it?! I pressed SEND and let out a sigh of relief. "Glad to get that over with!" Makayla and I giggled, and we chat the whole way to school. When the bus doors opened, we walked out of the bus and up the steps of Seaside High School. Once we're inside, all three of us bid goodbye and head to our lockers. My locker is right by the bus entrance, so it's easier to get to the bus if I'm in a hurry or something. I put in the combination and store away my bag, taking out my binder and books. With a loud bang of my locker door closing, I head to class, strutting down the hall flipping my hair. I'm greeted by a crowd of boys staring at me bewilderingly, some with their jaws dropped, as usual. I giggled, "Bye boys." I blew them a kiss, smirking as I could hear them fighting over it. Typical Friday morning.

I arrived in my math class just in the nick of time as the bell rang as I sat in my seat. I warmly greet my friend Abigail, who's been friends with me since our freshmen year, and she greets me back. She's a really nice girl with obviously dyed bright red hair that flows down her back like a blood red waterfall, hazel eyes, and tan skin. She could pass off as Ariana Grande's twin sister if she had one. "Hey Asia, I love your hair!" She commented.

"Thanks," I smile back.

"It looks perfect, and I have to say that shirt really brings out your eyes!"

"You think so?" I send her a pleasing smile; yes, so the shirt does bring out my eyes!

Abigail nodded, and turned back in her chair. While she does that, I turned to stare out the window, where the school pond fountain is spurting out water so peacefully, and daydream. Yeah, I admit that a totally hot and popular girl still daydreams at the age of sixteen. Don't get me wrong at all, I am not like those prissy girls in those movies like Mean Girls or something like that. I admit that I still have an inner child deep inside me, it's just that I don't want to admit it and ruin my reputation.

Now back to my daydreaming, I hate to say it, but I dream about Wreck-It Ralph… yeah I said it. It's just that I love the movie so much, that I totally had a fit when it didn't win an Oscar. I remember that night clearly. I was sitting in the living room with Carol, Leila and Makayla with a small bowl of popcorn in my lap crossing my fingers that Wreck-It Ralph will win. When we saw the name listed as a nominee, Makayla, Leila and I started cheering our heads off at the TV so loudly that Carol had to PAUSE the show to get us to calm down. But that only resulted in us yelling at her to hit PLAY because we wanted to watch it live. The second they announced Brave as the winner, both Leila and Makayla 'awwed' in frustration… but not me. I flounced up from the couch screaming, "WHAT?!" and began booing at the TV, throwing popcorn at it without thinking; but that got me grounded for two days and I had to polish the TV because I got it all covered in popcorn grease and butter.

But about Wreck-It Ralph, when I first saw the trailer, I was all like I have to see this! The wait seemed to take forever, but after counting down the days it finally came to theaters. After being stuck in the red velvet chair for at least two hours, I was awestruck. The movie was insanely awesome; it's the perfect family comedy about friendship and all of that good stuff. I'm already psyched for the sequel that I read online about, but who knows when that's coming out.

When I first saw the movie, I felt so bad for all the treatment Ralph got just because he portrayed a bad guy. I immediately knew that the moral of this great movie is Don't judge a book by it's cover, in fact that's my life motto now. Even after seeing the movie, I constantly daydream about what it would be like to be in the movie, and how it would feel to help out Ralph on his adventure to be a good guy. I'd not only help him, but I'd be his only real friend not like those Nicelanders that used to treat him like trash, but I'm glad that they're treating him more nicely.

I sighed contently, turning my attention towards the math teacher, Mr. Howards as he began the morning lesson. I knew my dream wasn't going to come true, they say that wishes and dreams come true if you just believe in yourself, but I figured out a long time ago that that's not true. It's like how I want to know what happened to my real parents and why they left me at such a young age, but I'll never find out, just like I'll never meet Ralph.

But little did I know, on this fateful day, I'll soon be granted with both wishes I've had my whole life…