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Miss Unidentified is a normal girl in a normal world. But normal is only a relative word.
Some parts of her stories are mundane- some parts are insane. She usually just rambles but some times you can relate to her.

She's headed to Europe. Promised a bright future and a perfect place for romance- but she conjures impossible disasters whenever the chance presents itsself. The why and the how unfold in a series of flashbacks and foresights.Join on the journey as she disasters her way to success.

(Warning: explicity ungrammar_ly content lower all( I mean All) literature standards you got and treat it as something you stumbled in to your fourteen year old little sister's room)

The Adventures of Miss Unidentified

Did you find out you were half of a half angel when you turned fourteen?


Or did you grow up in a wolf pack and could finally turn to a wolf at 15 and found you were gonna be the Alpha's Luna and stuff?


Did you suddenly find out that you were the fairy king's long lost daughter when you were sixteen?


Did you move to another town to hook up with vampires when you turned 17?


It sucks to be so ordinary. doesn't it ?


Was there a hot transfer student you've drooled over in highschool ? How was that love triangle in your senior year ? Did he go abroad at last and leave you behind ? 


Ha. Well...I don't think that happens to people like us-the ones who are here-getting lost in books. If it had happened, well good for you! Write about it so I can day dream about it!


How was freshman year(for those who made it to college ? ) Ahh.....there might be lots of stories there. 


But everything is so freaking ordinary, so don't bother narrating. 


Life is nothing like the books. So why should the books look like life anyway ?


These are not thoughts that I should be harboring in a creepy  place like this.  I am in the basment of an abandoned house. 


I stand in a circle made of my own blood....I didn't have the guts to cut my wrists so I took the blood by a syringe. ...just like doctors do.  It kept drying in the syringe....how annoying! 


I muttered some random words. Expected nothing to happen.


I was gonna summon a demon. Like in the movies.  


It's not like I was suddenly gonna become a witch. Ha. 


You are here to read stories like that too,


Well suck it up.  There's none of that here.


I am just getting all my mangled thoughts out there before I get out there and fake sanity to everyone I know.


I have no friends to share it with. I got attachment problems. 


I am going to Europe soon for a post grad study. I bet my classmates will be really hot. Although I already feel like I am dead inside and am already 85 years old, I...will try my best...to cook some romance...or share somebody else's romantic story and my scandalous thoughts with you.


I wanted to free myself so bad from everything and death is the ultimate freedom.


But I had to go to Asia...so it got delayed.


Now am going to Europe. So death will have to wait I guess.


Romance can go throw himself of the bridge as I won't do it for him now. 


This could be a sucide diary or this might a narriation of my journey to Antartica. I'll try to visit all continents if I can. That's the closest thing I have to a dream. I blame Sinband from the Arabian nights for it. He happened to be the first and last prince charming I ever met.


How in the mind of a five year old did a mad merchant who keeps running to the sea to return from each voyage with more trauma and some money became a Prince Charming I do not know. 


I only know that I will make seven journeys to each continent just like my_mad_merchant or die.  


That is all...you're welcome to tag along. Just don't expect a nice story or even good grammars out of it.


The reason I have no friends is because I never meet people's expectations. I'm very good at not meeting expectations. 


Chapter 5: Voyage or Death