Love Only Exists In Stories

When a girl Marie moves to California with her god parents after her parents death, she is unsure if she will be able to fit in. Her high school is different, her neighborhood isn't as simple and the people are hard to be around but after a certain boy introduces himself and she gets to know his friends, nothing can seem more unrealistic than what she is doing.


1. Ordinary

With my last suitcase packed into the car, I realized that my life here was over. My friends would never see me again and my parents weren't ever coming back to help me with my life here. I turned slowly towards to taxi and took a moment to look at the rising mist that seemed to set the mood of today, gloomy and unwarming. I pulled my headphones out of my back pocket and untangled them from the knot the decided to make of themselves. I pull my phone out and pugged the headphones into the jack and turned my music up as I climbed into the taxi. I told the driver to take me to the airport and sat back, looking out the window and watching as my home disappeared. The neighborhood seemed to mesh into a colorless haze that I didn't pay attention to. I've spent 16 years here, with my neighbors consistently watching me while my parents were away on business trips. The woods that were distinctly the shades of evergreen and mossy browns, had floated away just as easily. I had always gone to the woods to take in the scents and sights, but I always took it for granted without realizing it. Soon the taxi reached the small but active airport and thanked the driver. He helped unload my bags, I paid for the ride and walked inside to check in. I had shown the woman behind the desk my ticket and she had changed from the happy, friendly desk attendant to a saddened, and sorrowed person who had no idea what to say to me. My name is Marie Ann, I'm 16 years old and my parents were part of car crash the killed them on impact. I have been forced to live with my god parents in California. I have no clue what I'm doing with my life right now and I don't know how to move on. Im lost and Im filled with a emotion that can only be described by the tears that pour down your face in a rage that you feel you can't escape. The only thing I can say about myself is that Im nothing special, I don't catch anybody's eye but Im not unnoticed. Im just there, Im just. . . ordinary. 

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