I Think, I Need A Type Writer.

This is it. The breakthrough i've always been waiting for. I will be a writer of adventure, of love, of tyranny, of betrayal, and of mysterious dealings. It will be called, "Satirical Avenue"

Chapter 1

The begining

I woke with a start. The dream slowly came back to me and the dread set in as I realized, it was the same dream as the night before, slowly repeating itself. Humorlessly coming back to haunt me because only I knew what it meant.

It was time to go and I knew it. Before I could calm myself down I jumped out of bed and slid the suitcases out from under it. I ran to the wardrobe and collected only the things I was sure I would need, the basic clothes, my scarf, the journal that started it all, and the locket I would be returning. I threw it all in the suitcase, not knowing how long I would be gone. I took one last glance behind me, collected the cash box from behind the cabinet and ran out of the house.

There was a bus stop down the road, it only took a moment to get there. The next bus was going to be there at 5:30, it was five at the moment, just half an hour, that ment half an hour to think. I sat down on the bench and thought over the dream, fog everywhere but you could see the grass, then out of the fog a figure approaches and hands me a glass bottle filled with small buttons. The stranger leaves and the buttons change to four leaf clovers, to little blue stars, to a jar full of beetles. Upon seeing them I drop the jar, it shatters and the beetles scatter all over, then the car pulls up and I get in, look over at the driver and before seeing its face, I wake up.

I hear the sound of the breaks in the distance, wait for a moment, then the bus pulls up and I slide in handing the driver the correct change. I slip to a seat near the back and stare out the window not knowing the next time i'll see this bus stop or the neighborhood surrounding it. Time to forget the past, remember the dream, get to the airport and go wherever this plane ticket takes me.

And that! Is chapter one. Just kidding i'm not writing a story, but if you must have more, just say so! hahaha This was for Madeline and Abigail.