Who Am I Inside?

This is the self insertion. I told you I'd start it after finishing Heroes and Cons but I decided otherwise. I can do that sorta thing y'know. Any ways, the main character is me, Thalia Ramage and yes that is my real last name and yes I can see the future. This will have a prologue and an epilogue. Beware! You Must Think About This Name. 18:20, January 23, 2010 (UTC)

Prologue, Open Up My Mind.
It was a hazy morning on the west-coast as usual. It was a school morning. I'd just gotten out of bed at seven forty-five AM as usual. My mum called me on her cell when she got to work to wake me up. It was annoying having to talk on the phone for ten minutes with your mother just after you woke up. I looked at the colossal mess on the floor of my bedroom. I could barely even see the carpet. I had one little bit of red carpet near my door and that was it.

My hair was smooth and pretty from last night when my mum forced me to wash it. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Ugly. As usual. I was heading off to one hell-hole of a school with a bitchy teacher I didn't even like. The worst part was, I had no friends except for Ashley and Anthony and that Korean girl, Judy. I was an outcast. None of the popular girls liked me at all. I envied them. They could afford and look good in clothes I yearned to own. They already wore make-up to school even though the oldest girl in our class was only twelve.

I walked to school in the spring morning chill. I wore my cut-off jeans that went down to just above my knees and a white tank-top. I'd been wearing this for quite sometime. I wore a ratty old Disney-land sweatshirt to school and my Vans shoes. I thought I looked pretty. I walked to school with my backpack hurting my shoulders. My bike was broken and needed oil. I loved riding my bike to and from school. Anthony and I had bike races together all the time.

When I got to school, the sun was shining brightly and hurting my eyes. I fished out a binder in my backpack and started writing a fan-fiction about Kingdom Hearts. Before I knew it, Ashley sat beside me on the Portable-school room railing.

"What are you writing?" She asked. I looked up. It was the same outfit she'd been wearing for awhile, even in this heat. It was the same grey sweat-pants, black boots and lulu-lemon sweater with the hood over her ugly hair.

"Oh, nothing." I lied, my voice cracking.

"I read a sentence. Who's Sora?"

I shook my head. Not two minutes later did Anthony show up and join us. I had a huge crush on him. He was smoking hot! The bell rang and I was awoken from my daze. I smiled at him, grabbed my bag and lined up. We lined up together. Ashley kept asking me about what I'd been writing. I never answered. When I went inside, the glare from the sunlight made me see black spots in my vision.

Dizzy, I stumbled and fell. I passed out cold within seconds. There was an image of three people. One, a man, with a laurel wreath perched on blonde hair. Another was an older looking man, about in his early seventies or so. But he still looked good. His eyes were dark and he wore black Greek robes. The next was another man. He had salt-and-peppered hair but more leaning to the blonde side. His eyes were blue. He wore a helmet with wings on it. His outfit was white Greek robes. In his hand was a caduceus.

They turned their heads and looked at me. They all smiled invitingly. I was worried but stayed with the dream. They all whispered as I walked closer, 'one of us must claim her'.

One, New Life.
The tedious rainy days of January plodded on and on and on. It was twenty-ten now. I was more concerned about my appearance because... I wanted to be. I did everything a normal girl did in the morning. But I still got zits. I hated them. They really got on my nerves and pissed the heck out of me. This morning, I was scared. It was kind of stormy outside and I have a small fear of thunder.

The visions had crept me out this morning too. Yes, I had visions. I could see what was going to happen before it happened. It was creepy. I knew that one day I was going to get married and have kids and be an author. I knew that I would have my fair share of boyfriends while attending high-school. But I didn't know what would happen soon. The clouds rolled and brewed above us, scaring me half to death.

to be continued