Prologue

Hey! I'm Sandy Elisabeth Ambrose and this story is unlike the rest teen stories you've probably read. It's not about the typical invisible girl, bad popular guy and the "Barbie" type rival. Its kinda different but still interesting... and kinda bizarre at some points.

We all know that teenage years are probably the hardest to survive. During those 7 years people change, lives change and even tough it might seem unbelievable , the rest of our lives depend on the decisions we make during this period.

So if u think about it we, teenagers, have to deside how the rest of are life is going to be. Rough decision dont you think?

But its always alright to get stressed, unless that stress is so much that harms you. Wich is kind what happens with me. But hopefully I'll get over it, like I always do; with almost everything.

Well, after that long prologue, I guess it's time to introduce myself.

I'm 16 and I'm a junior. I actually like everything about high school; accept the people in it. Well yeah, I wouldn't include myself in the sociable clique. Well, the adjective that describes me the best is... completely-antisocial-walking-agoraphobia. I know right! Great word. I take all credit for creating it.

As you guessed I'm an introvert and I hardly open up to anyone. However, I wasn't always like that. I used to dance. I used to dance since the day I could walk. The dancing school was my kingdom. I was like the most popular girl there as my aunt was one of the teachers and the owner was a close family friend. All was smooth until the 16th of February 2018.

The day I visited the doctor. I had scoliosis since I was a baby and took great care of it. But, after experiencing my first "that time of the month" my back decided to become a piece of art. A great squiggly piece of art.

The doctor I had visited that day told me I had two options. Either I had a surgery - procedure that could possibly cause my death - or I could stay like that, avoiding my problem until my bones would deform so bad that my vitals would be affected and I would eventually die.

Well, telling a 14 year-old that she had two options which one of them included quitting her passion, living with a metallic stick stuck in her back and possibly dying and the other was experiencing a slow painful death, isn't actually a great idea.

I started crying and my parents were furious. How dared he tell these things in front of me? I was just 14!!!

Anyway, my parents did not give up. They asked the best doctors and got a second, a third even a tenth opinion. It seemed that the first doctor was a jerk who only cared about money. My issue could be fixed with some simple muscle exercises. But unfortunately all opinions had as their conclusion: me quitting dancing. And so I did.

I left from my dancing school and therefore lost touch with all my friends as we weren't from the same city and did not attend the same school. But I bared it. I still do.

Without dancing I had to find another hobby to fill up that 6 hours a week that I had dance classes. So I took up the electric guitar; something I wanted to do since I was a kid.

It occupied just two hours of my week, therefore I have a lot of free time to take up drums, something my mum will never let me do.

Anyway, most of the day I just sit in my room listening to music -mostly rock-, drawing or studying. I gotta say that I'm a pretty good student. Ok, not like 100, but a 96 is something easy for me to get.

However the tests grade isnt always the same as the semester's, as I always have an opinion about everything and argue -actually fight- with my teachers.

The only teacher that we seem to see eye to eye, is my gym teacher Mr. Louis, and I'm not ashamed to say, that he is one of my closest friends in that gloomy jail called school.

I believe you are wondering " how does this freaky,anti-social, weirdo look like?".

Well let me tell you that I'm a short -not fat nor thin- brunette with hazel eyes and long curly hair.

My clothes are mostly oversised hoodies an t-shirts, skinny jeans, vans, converse and a pair of GORGEOUS combat boots, wich as you've probably guessed, are my favourite.

So, I guess it's now time for me to tell you what the heck happened six months ago...