A New Story
Prologue
I wonder what it would be like to climb onto the top of a mountain, and look down at what was below. To jump off the mountain, screaming “I’M FREE!”, without getting hurt. If I could then soar up to the clouds, with big, powerful wings. I would then land on the clouds, in a whole cloud empire full of dragons and griffins and all KINDS of mythical animals.
My classmates in school always make fun of me for having these ”silly dreams”. However, I have this feeling that my dreams are not fake. Somewhere out there, there probably IS a whole world of cloud people with wings. Perhaps they have special clouds, which they can actually step on, without falling through.
My adoptive parents strongly dislike the thought however. It’s a shame, because I think if such things were to exist, the world would be so much more interesting.
You know, sometimes I wonder what even led to me having to be adopted. My adoptive parents never said a single thing about my past, except for one thing.
“An Adoption Agency worker found you, Nancy. That’s how we got you.”
Pretty bland, right? You would think it was more complicated than that. I now know how this world works. Everyone thinks it was likely my parents didn’t want me, so they left me alone to die or something.
Ugh. The world HAS to be more interesting than that.
I believe that, perhaps, my parents are actually magical creatures that couldn’t take care of me due to something in their world.
“Silly”, I know. But it’s definitely possible! Everyone thinks that I just don’t understand, but that’s not it! I DO understand, I just think that there is more to life than meets the eye! Plus, who wants to believe that their parents hated them and didn’t want them when there are such more interesting theories!
Oh, by the way, I think my theory is actually backed up by MYSELF.
Like really, my eyes are PURPLE and BLACK! My adoptive parents say it’s a genetic mutation or something, but I KNOW it just HAS to be proof of my parents being magical!
Oh, also not to mention the fact that I have GOLD streaks in my hair. My adoptive parents managed to convince everyone that I ran off and got the streaks dyed and it won’t come off, but everyone knows that even permanent hair dye fades over time. It’s been 9 YEARS and the gold is as bright as ever!
I’m a believer, and believers do NOT give up.
My dreams will only end when they become reality.
I love it! I can’t wait to hear more.
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