Teen Fiction: Weird and Wonderful

T he house is shrouded in darkness. I creep down the stairs silently like a shadowy ghost. The place is dead. I feel as though at the speed of lightning the madness of the world came to a screeching halt. That’s what I love about night the feeling of being the only one up in the sleeping world.

I peer out the window. The pearly moon glitters on the navy velvet sky. I inhale the pure night air. The peaceful ambience gives my nerves a time-out. It’s at this time of day that I can sit down and embrace myself in the fanciful planet of unreality. Thinking and fantasizing refreshes my soul and allows me to connect to my real being.

I think about myself. What am I? Am I a puppet staging a show forced to play a part that isn’t me? I sometimes feel as though my insides and outsides were mistakenly mismatched.

On the surface I come from the respectable Keller family whose name is plated on every public building thanks to the generous donation contributed. But at the core I am Adina an introverted oddball with theoretical ideas and inspiration. I’d sooner wear colorful stockings than settle on the predictable solids. Routine sickens me.