I woke up. There was no change. Not an unfamiliar ceiling, not some kind of weird dream of being a hero or demon lord. I simply just woke up. As a matter of fact, I don’t believe I even dreamed of anything.
I’ve grown beyond my idealistic delusions. Romance and drama? Fantasy and supernatural? Action and adventure? All of those sounds like a pain… or I would have said, but I’m not cool enough for that nor can anyone escape their own imaginations.
Embarrassingly so, I used to imagine a childhood friend who would wake me up. Yeah, imagine how silly I looked and then add it along with the pitiful stares I receive from those around me.
Jin Craig. 17 years old and previously inflicted with a serious disease that will now forever be a black history in my books. Unfortunately for me, I forced myself to mature faster than those of my age, so that’s something I suppose.
There’s no time to waste. My day has begun so I will follow my everyday schedule.
And first on the list:
“A day passes by and you still haven’t changed a single bit.”
Cringing at myself.
I’m currently staring straight into the mirror, which reflects my entire being.
Ordinary is ordinary. I have black hair, not so dark and not so bright that I would garner attention from those around me. My eyes are dead so I don’t believe anyone in their right mind would approach me. An average figure, not too fat, not too lean.
And then I cringe at myself even further, simply because I’m talking to myself.
“Honey, stop checking yourself out in the mirror and come down for breakfast”.
“Hey! That was so not what I was doing, Mum!”
Shoot, I took too long in the bathroom. I’m not a narcissist, I swear.
No, really. I promise I'm not.
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I am here
