This is just something that popped into my head this morning. Curious of whether I should continue or not...let me know guys? I'd really appreciate it. Also, any ideas would be considerable if no one minds. :x

"Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and a last you create what you will." -George Bernard Shaw

Daddy's Journal

'Another day of shear ignorance. Intolerable, if I may. However, even the sour faces of high school cannot break my impatience of the world to come. Therefore I must deal with any bull brought unto my future's path...
The name's Av'ryanna Elliott, don't wear it out. Of course, you may do whatever you please with it- your impalpable words shall only flatter me. I'm a blooming Junior in this hell hole; the cat's meow if you think of the most shallowest within your immediate class. Although asking anyone of whom I represent if you prefer labels, will be uneccessary. You see, no one cares for my presence. I'm the kind of girl to watch over all the moronic, life inflicting decisions my mates make on a daily basis. And of course, patronize them only out of the coldest pit of my 'nonexistent' heart. I only do it out of such boredom that I deem it essential to try, and destroy the lives of my peers. Entertainment, in my eyes. I'm the craziest bitch this community has to offer.'

"Avery! Time for school!" Her foster mom shouts as she walks up the stairs to the sixteen year old's room. Av'ry groans in annoyance of the woman's voice- it was always a bother to her. High pitched, and girly. Also, it didn't help that the woman outside her door was only five years older than she. At that rate, Avery refused to consider Annalee, her foster mom, her mother. But instead, her governmental older sister.

The ebony haired girl finishes up her eye makeup before letting her hair down, not bothering with it. Scrunching her nose to the scent of- once again- eggs and sausage, she leaves her room with her bookbag over shoulder.

"I didn't hear you. Scream a bit louder next time. And for the last time, my name is AHV-REE. Not Avery." Snappily, she shoves past Annalee, descending the spiraling oak staircase. Like usual, Av'ry's temper got the best of her. Every chance any feeble minded twat tried to dolly their way around her, she couldn't help but release her anger without a sense of control. That's how it has always been for her. And according to her deceased father's journal, that was one thing they had in common.

Av'ry never knew her father, nor her mother for that matter. All that she has been told throughout her sixteen years of life, was that her father died on an exposition off land, and her mother of childbirth. Speaking of family was not in her diction, the girl preferred her mind to be boggled by myths, legends, and fairytale. It was a reason, too, as to why most of her life was taken up by the hurtfulness of bullying. Never in a second would she had gone back on any of her research, or her beliefs. There was one woman who fostered her when she was seven, who always would quote Walt Disney. Her favorite was: "When you believe in a thing, believe in it all the way, implicitly, and unquestionable." Perhaps that woman was the true reason that the girl continued as she has.

As time went on, she never did stop believing, especially in her father's journal. In it, he spoke of a land far, far away. One that children visit only in their dreams. Av'ry believed in that land, she visited it numerous times as a little girl. Though, her beliefs began being shoved in the back of her head, because today, she just had to get through school. Get through what she calls the 'hellhole.'

Walking into the musty, moldy-smelling school, Av'ry diverts her attention down the hall to Tina Dickson, who was heading her way. Uncomfortably, but refusing to show it, she casually turns her heal and continues on the other way.

"Hey freak! Your story come true yet? I bet your prince will find your glass slipper soon!" The ditsy blonde calls out, sending anger up the dark haired girl's spine. Behind those words, simply strutted the fact that her 'foster mom' had to make a comment to her history teacher, Mr. Marvin, about her creative mind. In. Front. Of. Everyone. Av'ry stops at her locker, her face blank of amusement. Tina slams her locker closed, her posse of Slutty Susan, Cummer Candace, and Loosey Lucy at her tail chewing on probably 'designer bubblegum.' Av'ry raises an eyebrow at the pretty in pink, royal bitch.

"Excuse me, Tina. I need my books for physics." The girl flashes the ditz a fake smile, trying hard to control herself. Tina rolls her eyes.

"What? You mean your daddy's journal? Sweetie, you need help. Everyone knows it." A crowd of people began to swarm, their eyes never leaving sight of Av'ry's reddening face. Aggravated, the dark haired girl crosses her arms, and sticks out a hip.

"Do you not hear yourself? You're the psycho one here. Crawling up to any person you see, ready to make them your victim. Get out of my face, cunt." Av'ry spits on Tina, receiving a scream of disgust as a result.

And, again, a fight broke out.

~Later on that day~

Av'ry screams into her pillow, tears bellowing their way down her cheeks. Another day that cracked her. Another day, that beat her until she was black and blue. Another day that was an unfriendly reminder that hope does not exist. Another day to reminder her that she was an orphan. Abandoned by death. Lost in the system, without anyone caring for her. Another day, just another day.

Annalee was downstairs, on the phone with DFPS. Av'ry knew all too well of where the night would end- her being ripped away from the home in the morning. Evidently, she had the option to run away. Orphans take care of themselves, they cannot rely on anyone for their happiness. They have to adjust the day to what they want, which at this point was reasonable for Av'ry.

Unlike all her usual scrabbled, pain-soaked days. This one turned into something. Through her shattering complexion, the girl had not noticed her window opening, a figure entering stealthily. It hid in the shadows, chilling the a crisp breath- one which Av'ryanna noticed. Fear consumed her almost instantly. Had she opened the window, and forgot? Or was it the wind's doing...

"Hello?" No reply. Her eyes narrowed; slowly gets up from her bed, cautiously making way to the frame. The night was beautiful. Clear, cloudless, and full of wonderful, heart warming stars. The sights relaxed her enough, and she turns to return to her bed. Once again, the breath was heard, accompanying the low rumble the shadow's chest made- signally its appearance.

In a moment's time, Av'ry's light grey eyes met two floating red bulbs of evil. Her body was frozen, face paling with each passing second; shaking profusely. The stench of moss, pine, and dirt soaked the figure a color of the blackest night in all of the world's history. All too suddenly, her world was sucked into the vortex of the figure's eyes.

The next time they opened, they were above the city.

Should I continue? Yes? No? Any feedback on what I can do better? I really would love some, you have no idea xD Alright...See you perhaps in the next chapter? Have a nice 3rd of January night! Or January 4th morning...wherever you are :)