Chapter 1: Dreams in a young woman's heart
I followed the rules and the law to the letter. I did my work without a thought, rarely asked for help too so no one really bothered to ask for help. Teachers never complained, always told my folks I was well mannered in class, helped others when needed, and my grades were well, even if I needed to improve they say I would in time and that they don't worry about me too much. I would catch up even if I fell.
I babysat when asked to, even pet sit if really needed. I never charged over $30 a night, but they try to give me more then what I ask for.
A normal life, some would say…
But as normal as it was, I never really felt like I would belong there.
Now at 19 years old, I think about where I would go from here. What is out there for me? What is my calling?
My friends tell me, 'Be a teacher Tala!'
'No! Be a nanny! You love kids!'
'That's too easy! I think you should look at being a councilor!'
My mind still spins at the thought of all I could be…
My brother, Andrew, was great with technology, most mechanics in computers and such.
His calling is already in his hands, me? I don't know at all sometimes.
"Tala! Go to bed! It's getting late!" I hear my mom shout as I threw myself in my bed.
"Alright momma!" I shout annoyed.
My whole family won't leave me alone about what I want in my life.
In school I could get by, a good job and a wonderful family and to be happy with my life…
It doesn't seem to cut it with people when you tell them about it. They want more details, deep and meaningful details. Personally, I don't know how to be more 'deep' and 'meaningful' then that.
It was 11:15 PM by the time I yanked the covers over my head.
"I just don't wanna have a normal life… I wish I didn't have to live in the real world…" I hissed tired and annoyed.
I remember when I was little, my parents would tell me stories, rather then what the real world would be like. I miss those days.
All I had to worry about back then was doing my home work then I could go out side and play with my little brother. We would climb trees, swing in the branches, and jump into water without a second thought. As the years went by, we got responsibilities, bearable, but wasn't fun to do. Then more time passed and soon many things got serious…
My brother caught on that the world was a fight to keep going, where I stood on the side lines and let the fights rain as I played with my imagination.
I wrote all the things that I wish I could do, but can't in real life. Flying was one of the many.
I wanted to fly away from this world, full of danger and hate, to a world where things were simple again like when we all were young.
Wishes were easy then…
I dreamed often of old cartoons, now days all the cartoons are remakes, and they are just awful… Kids today like them, but kids like me who remember when they were good back in the day, know they will never amount the original stuff.
I know the Justice League was almost a remake of The Justice League of America, but I watched that too! I love them both, but my heart was dedicated to the remake. Justice League was the greatest cartoon for me to grow up with. In the end good would always win!
In this world, that's all I needed to know. Good would forever vanquish evil…
Those were the good ole days…
Where have they gone? Like all good things, they fade into the past, but are never forgotten. I held the memories to heart, lessons learned and remembered what a hero really means.
A hero cares not for himself, but would fight for those who can not fight for themselves. A hero stands were others would fall and accept the place they were forced down to.
A hero… Is a light that guides others, when the darkness of doubt tries to bring us all down.
I've learned many meanings of a hero, but I don't care who or what makes a hero. All I know is that there was a hero everywhere I looked. They wear costumes in my childhood, and now they were uniforms in my adulthood.
My view will change on what a real hero looks like, but I will know a hero all the same.
"I only wish, I could find my place in a world were I can really be me."
A young woman can dream of such things…
Okay, so I will be honest here...
Things have not been great the past few months, and it's not school anymore...
More like family matters, and the way things are happening it's gonna be a while before everything will go back to normal. (If even going back to normal is possible...)
But honestly this story happened LONG before the events over the last few months. I never really realized how this story fit in with how I was feeling right now, so I decided to suck it up for now and publish this story.
As for my other stories...
Yeah, I've talked to one of my friends and honestly I don't have it in me to do a lot of work on them. I'm not giving up! I promise! It's just with everything going on, I guess I could consider it depression and just not being able to get myself to get going. And this makes me feel really bad for leaving everyone hanging with all the stories I have, so I wanted to try and get something going to make everyone happy (Or at least satisfied until I get up and going again).
But for those who have been pushing me to keep going, I promise when I can push myself to get going again, and I actually get everything back in order I will post new chapters.
So please forgive me... -Bows lowly- And understand that I don't do this on purpose...
I hope you find in it all of you to forgive me, and that I hope enjoy this little story. I have many chapters made for it, so my plan is to try and post a chapter every week (Not sure what day just yet) until I run out of chapters or until I recover enough to work on the other stories gathering dust in my flashdrive.
I love you all, and thank you for endlessly pushing me and for all the wonderful positive reviews you leave me and the encouragement to keep going when I do feel like this.
-Bows again-
Until then! Peace out!
~*~Katie Gibbs~*~