Prologue
I really hate my life.
Yeah, yeah, I know a lot of teenagers say that when any little thing in their life goes wrong. Like when they don't do their English essay and only start typing/writing it during the break and lunch the day it's due (an entire three pages- single spaced, twelve font- typed up in thirty minutes, I'm awesome), or when they somehow get roped into doing yard work after coming by just to give the boys the water they forgot at home (I still managed to escape) or when they somehow contract some sort of infection...thing that causes you to be paralyzed from the neck down for three months and forces you to work for years to regain your former strength (I don't want to talk about it).
What do I have to say to them? Suck it up! At least you're not currently wandering blindly through a freaking animated forest in your pajamas with no footwear, and no idea how you got there since you were just walking through your freaking house on the to bed!
Wait…
Fuck.