The Trickster

Fairytales, They're supposed to be about Princesses and Princes. Well this is no fairytale, I know more than anyone it may seem like one but it's not. My name is Allyson Stone, an ordinary girl, with an interesting name, and a very extraordinary story.

All 17 year old girls watch Mulan on silent and ad-lib what they should say. Okay they don't just me and my friend Claire "JayHawke".

"Hey Foxy (me), what are you doing this summer?"

"Oh you know the usual kicking alien ass!" I sarcastically answered her.

"Best summer ever!"

"I know right?"

"Allyson, don't forget your coming with me to work tomorrow so GO TO BED!" my Dad yelled up to us.

"Kay" I answered.

Foxy and JayHawke, Foxy cause I could play B.S. like nobody's business. JayHawke cause Claire's parents wanted a dude.

The next morning I stepped out of the shower examining myself, black hair, blue eyes I thought I was very pretty. I started blaring 'The Bitch Of Living' from the Broadway musical Spring Awakening. It was one of my favorite songs because it asked the world is this it? Getting up and doing the same thing over and over again, get up go to work come home only to wake up and do the same thing the next day? Am I the only one who wants adventure? I stopped telling people that I wanted to go travel the world they all thought I was stupid all except JayHawke.

"Are you ready yet?" my dad impatiently called up the stairs.

"What's your rush?" yelled back running down the stairs.