Prologue
There were multiple occasions in which Senna Smith became the main character in the story. She was often the highlight of it all, and every twitch deserved a spotlight. Senna was often praised, and she would always gain everything she has always wanted.
Hell, if it were up to anybody, she was perfect- of course, perfect in a sense that she was still attainable by human standards.
Senna Smith was part of the Smith family. Sure, it may have been a rather common family name, but to have the surname of a Smith would instantly cause some chattering in the middle of class because they’d suspect that they were part of that Smith family. To say that she brought honor to her family name was definitely an understatement.
To begin with it all, was her years when she had been young. First grade, specifically. It all began with her first medal. Nobody had suspected it all since she was often a chatterbox as a kindergarten student, and she was also quite the trouble maker. Perhaps it was some sort of epiphany that awoke her senses. From then on, she started to crawl from to bottom only to find herself at the top of the rankings.
Then came the summer activities. She decided along with her parent’s unanimous decision that maybe it was a great idea to do chess. It was, but she stopped on her third golden trophy because she decided that perhaps Taekwondo would be nice. Again, after her second golden medal and her first national championships’ trophy, she quit and went to singing classes from then on.
Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea because she wasn’t exactly the best voice, but she had her moments.
This continuous switch in activities continued until she was practically a Deus Ex Machina at the age of 16.
But of course, despite the seemingly perfect setting for the main character, she wasn’t exactly the first one on the list. It was me. Well wasn’t that anticlimactic.
See, Senna Smith is my best friend, and my only supporter in writing- the one thing she absolutely hated to do. I guess she doesn’t suit well with Shakespeare. But, she was also quite a reader. If you’ve seen her library, you would be shocked as to how she was far from an ideal writer.
Hence why she and I clicked in the first place. She read my stories, and she loved them. Being the perfect girl and having the friend that fit her flaws perfectly must have felt nice, but I didn’t mind. As long as she liked my writings, it was fine.
I understand. With my descriptions of her, she was practically the best idea for a main character that one can get. But see, that’s not exactly the center of the plot. I hate to sound vain, but believe it or not, it’s circled around me.
You might be wondering why I started this with her instead of directly involving myself with this story. Well, dear person who may or may not be interested, it is all a writing device I call contrast. Alas, be disheartened by thine lackingness.
Perhaps you’ve heard of contrast before?
Well, to put it straight, I am a simple, not quite perfect, non-ideal main character, anticlimactic, multi-flawed, untalented, airheaded maniac with a pen that was put in a book for some reason by fate.
Literally.
I am not kidding.
I, Xi Lian, am stuck in a book. A book filled with so much irony that decided for a writer to get eaten up by the pages that are untouched and unread by anyone. That means I have no damned clue as to whatever the hell it being planned for me by the writer who put me here in the first place.
Dear reader, if you see this, please tell me what the hell is going on?
In desperate need of help,
Xi Lian
