Do you know that feeling where you feel like you are completely and totally alone? I do. I'm sure many people do at times. When I was a kid, more often than not that was how I felt. I couldn't relate to anyone else. Or that's what it seemed like.

I think that's why I created my world in the first place. Because I was lonely and bored and everybody else just seemed to not care.

I don't remember the first people I created in my mind, or the last if there ever was one. But I do remember the part of the world that I spent the most time in. That was with Cub and Dreamer, otherwise known as Adrian and Daniel. They were the people that I considered my brothers. But they weren't all of my made-up 'family'. There was Macy, Adrian's twin, and Netti, Adrian's girlfriend, and Katie-Lynn and Spazzly and Britt and 3an and Raven and Xan. They were my sisters, the people I counted on the most.

We didn't have parents or many important adults. I learned at a young age that you couldn't trust them. My parents lied to me a lot. My grandparents seemed to love insulting me. The rest of the adults just seemed to not care. All they saw was a smart girl that seemed mature beyond her age. The perfect student.

In my world, though there were things that happened to us that were bad, the world was the world was the best. I could be myself. The person I always wanted to be, but couldn't because everybody expected someone else. Someone that I could never be.

We went to school, did stupid stuff, like jumping off of cliffs into freezing cold water in the winter, made new friends, traveled places. We had fun. We had each other and that's all that mattered to us.

My parents, my real parents I mean, had crushed my imagination when I was younger. Telling me that things weren't real. But I would tell them that I knew that, it was just more fun to pretend that things were that way. They didn't understand.

I wrote and read a lot too. I went places in a book or in my own world. I pictured myself with the characters and just had fun. It was great. Until my parents decided that reading was a waste of time. Writing just distracted me from homework. I hated when that happened. 'Til this day my parents still don't know that I can write, that I tell stories. I don't think they would believe me anyway. They don't believe in me much.

As I look back now, I can't say that's exactly why I created my world because my world wasn't made until was about ten or eleven. I didn't start bringing these characters into the 'real world' until I was in the sixth grade. And even then I didn't do that much. It was just an occassional reference to something that Adie or Netti did. Nobody really took much notice.

At least not until I was in high school and people began to notice that I was often spaced out and I talked about people that they had never met before. Then some people began to realize that I spent way to much time in my mind.