1. IMAGINATION

THIS STORY BEGINS much like any other.

My life was a meaningless, pointless, and sad mess. I was a twenty year old who was unhappy with her life, even if she had it better than most. I was the introvert, the ugly one, the...

I don't even know. I was just so sad all the time now that waking up was not a good thing for me, and thinking of it as that just made me feel guilty. I had a life, a somewhat decent one, and yet I could not find the happiness in it.

Some say life is what you make of it. And I've tried to make it great, but it all just comes bearing down on you when you're in debt because of college, you're almost finishing your second year, and you don't know what you are majoring in. I am just living. My only friend is my roommate, and only because we were forced to 'bond.'

I tried not to see my life in such a negative way. But the way I see it, I can't stop something that's been going on for more than five years now.

I was unhappy. Even as a child, I was never quite satisfied with anything. And it's not to say that I was spoiled - oh, far from it - I just lacked... the zest life had to it. I was grateful for my family, grateful for my life, grateful...

But I was also miserable. And I don't know when it began or how to stop it.

At this point, I just live. I am never alone, and even when I am, it's temporary. I can never seem to let my guard down, and even then, I always overthink. I cannot seem to fathom what my purpose in life is, and when will my family realize I was such a let down.

So as I sit here, staring at this screen, avoiding my already overdue readings, listening to the Avatar: the Last Airbender songs, I have come to the low point of my life where I wish I were not me for the billionth time.

Because to be me? Is to wish to be someone else.

So this tale begins with my wild imagination. Where, as I'm climbing down my ladder from my top bunk bed (I could not tell my roommate I wanted the bottom bunk this time around, I'm too shy), I slip and hit my head.

And that - that is where I open my eyes to the chaotic mess that is the loose Nine-Tailed Fox.

A/N: I am sad. And writing this because of it. I don't know when I'll finish my others, or how THIS will progress, but i'm just going with the flow. Writing the second part right after this. Might not ever edit this, but then again, when have I ever?

Also, this is based on an idea i've always wanted to write about but never got around to it because motivation does not like me.

Review bc they cheer me up. Thnx.