hey guys, this is my first book here on , and i hope i don't dissapoint. i have been thinking about this story for a while, and i absolutely tremble with excitement about the outcome of this whole book. anyways, you can find this story also on wattpad with the same name, and under the username of astromagistic .

be a voice, not an echo.

00 | PROLOGUE

"ANTHEIA KAY! COME BACK HERE YOU INSUFFERABLE ASSHOLE!"

"NEVER IN YOUR WILDEST DREAM, YOU BASTARD!" I hollered back at my chaser, the school janitor. He was looking extremely pissed, to say the least. His usual pale exterior was flashed a hideous shade of pink, and his plump body had a hard time keeping up with me.

I'm not going to gasconade - cause my mama raised no fool - but I'm the fastest girl in my class. I never thought this was going to be something I would desperately need someday - the speed I mean - but fuck, am I proud now of my chicken legs.

I willed myself to run faster as I took a turn down the hallway, passing various closed doors of the now active classrooms. I grinned as my friend George - who had skipped class - waved at me. I would have waved back if it wasn't for the unfortunate situation I'm currently in. 'Sorry George.' I mused mentally.

Glancing behind me for a second, my eyes widened as a mop was thrown in my direction. I side stepped quickly and clumsily, making me lose my steps before regaining my composure. Fuck, that was close. However, my relief was short lived when I was forced to turn on the left.

Why is it so bad turning left? You may ask.

First of all; you never turn left. It's common knowledge, it's a curse, a abomination send by the Gods to punish us, punny weak humans. It's a fucking omen of bad luck. So never, by any means, choose the left side, path, or whatever.

Second of all; like I said before, I blame it on bad luck. My bad luck, godammit. Before me, stands a wall with a single window which means, I'm on dead end.

I panicked, turning around quickly to speed off but alas, this isn't my day today. I bumped right into the one I was running away from; the Sweaty Bob. Legend says, he hates kids because they caught him ("ahem - more like busted!.") making out with a yellow - material - mop. You can say, his reputation wasn't much respected after that.

"I've got you now, brat." He growled, taking a step forward. Only for me, to take a step back.

"Ya'know, that sounds kind of pedophilic." I pipped, taking another step back. Okay so, I'm definitely screwed. There is no other option for me to get away from this. Goodbye world, you surely will be missed.

I can't comprehend the obvious dilemma Sweaty Bob is going through right now, but I'm pretty sure I never saw a pepper in a human form before. To be honest, I can't see the difference between the spicy vegetable and the red fuming man in front of me. They must have the same genes or something.

"THAT'S IT. I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PROTOCOL, YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT!" He shouted in my face. Fuck, I really did it this time. A pang of guilt hit me for a moment, before the instinct to get away from trouble over-powered my culpability.

"OH YEAH!? YOU SHALL CATCH ME FIRST, BIG FAT DUMBASS!" I shoot back, before turning around and spreading away. Where did I go; I'm not so sure. What I'm sure of however, is that I did the most stupid thing I, Antheia Kay, could of done in her entire life.

I jumped out of the open window. Come again, I didn't even noticed it was open. 'Huh, my observation skills are so awesome, as it seems.' I thought dryly.

My breath hitched, and a lump formed in my throat. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh freaking fucking fuckity shit!' I panicked. Why the fuck did I jumped out if the window? Do I have I freaking death wish!? 'Yes, it appears.' I came upon the bitter realization.

My hands reacted before my mind could go through penetration of what's happening. I grasped the metal stair with one arm, and forcefully willed my body weight to the right, successfully placing myself in a steady position on one of the stair poles.

Adrenaline rushed through my body, and I grinned. Boy, do I love the thrill of danger. My hands were feeling sore, since I did everything with very amateurish skills. I can't blame me though, I never thought I could jump out of a window - from the second floor - and actually come out alive. Talk about luck over here, maybe I wasn't so unlucky as I established myself to be.

Now, go up or down?

"Obviously, I'll go up." I muttered, mentally scoffing to myself. As if I'll ever go down, I'm not in the mood of being chased by Sweaty Bob aka Mop Kisser again. I looked up, sighing in relief when I saw he hadn't come out to check yet. Or maybe, he checked and I didn't even noticed. Shrugging it off, I started climbing up. The roof it is, then.

Coming finally to my destination, I swiftly jumped to the other side. I sighed, gotta love parkour. I'm so lucky my brother forced me to watch some videos on YouTube, on top of that.

I grinned as I run to the middle of the flat roof, my eyes beginning to water from the cold wind, but I don't care. This is one of my most awesome experiences at the moment, and I'll never forget about it. Living in a small provincial town - or village - is extremely boring. Sure, we can hang out with friends, and there's never a full moment with them, but your girl over here was born with an adventurous spirit.

I seek for danger, I seek the thrill. I seek for something different. I seek for the unknown. I'm so tired if seeing and doing the same things every single day, and I plan on doing something different. I want to be more than a freaking student in High School, or a normal girl who walks down the market. I want to be more than just The - Stupid - Reckless - Girl who seeks for trouble.

That's why I'm planning to join my Country's Navy when I'm finally out of school. I can serve my country, and maybe even become a hero. All the stories my Dad told me ruled my mind since young age, and I always knew I wanted to become someone who can gave hope to humanity. I know I have a long way before I become someone, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up now. I want to be a person who goes down in history, and be remembered for centuries.

I smiled at the feeling of the wind against my clothes, and also loving the feeling of my hair being pushed gently backwards. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled. "WOOO-HOOO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, spreading my arms wide open like I saw that - couple - i - can't - remember - their - names, do from Titanic.

A wide genuine smile split in my lips as I heard some guys (from the classes down below) mimicking my so called victory screech. A feeling of content settled upon me, and I felt so in tranquil at the moment.

"Antheia Kay." spoke an authoritive, stern voice from behind me.

My whole body froze, and suddenly i couldn't think a thing. My mouth dried, and a knot formed in my stomach out if pure nervousness.

Well, welcome to a total normal day in Senior High.