Introduction.

I've never been very good at starting off narratives. For example, when I was in 6th grade we had to write a fantasy story about our lives and present it to the class. The minute I got up to the podium, words turned into vomit. And the vomit landed on my teacher. She didn't really like me after that. Nor did any of my classmates for that matter.

Which leads me to transition of being home schooled. I guess you can say that it ruined my life in a social way. I didn't like going to parties and eventually I hardly ever went out. My mother said I needed to get sunlight, but I just stated that the paler you are, the healthier it is for your skin. So… I've definitely got that going for me.

Mom's job involved traveling a lot, which leads me to the beginning of my new story. This isn't the kind of story that will make you happy. This isn't an inspirational story. It won't make you want to be a writer or influence you to try Indian food. It's just a story that I think someone- like you- might find one day. I guess I'm deciding to write it because it's cold, it's lonely, and I feel incredibly lost.