CHAPTER TWOEven though it was 11:56, I still felt like it was early in the morning. I changed out of my fuzzy polka dot pajamas and into dark skinny jeans, squirming into an “I Heart Boobies” cancer support t-shirt. I opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out a green sock. With my eyes closed, I fumbled for the other one, but instead a light purple one landed on the ground. "Never mind." I sighed. Jumping up and down to put on my sneakers, I dropped to the ground, tied the laces, and began my daily 100 push-ups. Hahaha! Push-ups + Me = Disaster waiting to happen. No, instead I ran down the miniature hallway between my room, the master bedroom, and the office. Still running, I jumped into the pantry and completely ignored health food magazines, cookbooks, and home advice. I grabbed a chocolate bar. “Goodbye guys, come back soon!” I screamed, the front door already closed behind me and chocolate in my mouth. I jumped on my bike and rode as fast as I could down the driveway. Making a sharp turn around the corner, I slid quickly onto the sidewalk. If you are a logical person who is currently asking the question: “How does she do that without crashing?!” She's almost blind! Well, good question, Einstein. I've been doing this same routine almost every day since I learned how to ride a bike. Yes, I have lived in the same house my whole life. I live at 3256 Pine Rode, Oregon, near Willow Lake. As you might expect, I live in a gated community, otherwise my parents would never let me leave the house alone. Turning my bike sideways, I fell face down on the grass. I rolled onto my back and wriggled into a patch of sunlight. I felt it on my face. I looked up at the sky, at the trees, and felt the wind. I breathed in the middle of some...hideous paper that cracked a mirror or something. I just stay out of meetings as much as possible. I don't know if that's the best thing to do, but yeah, I'm weird. I hope that if I wish hard enough, maybe my favorite fictional characters from my books will come to life. Wow, that sounds really ridiculous. I obviously don't believe it but... it would be good. Don't you think so? I got up, walked slowly towards her and laughed. I guess I was pretty happy, but I'm a reserved person. I just watch old TV shows and movies. You're just doing this for Judi, I told myself. “When is my date, miss. Matchmaker?” "Friday !" How can she be so excited? No, myself, come on. Teenagers like this stuff. Get a life, come on. “See you soon, darling!” Judi laughed when her parents' car (ah, limousine) pulled up and she jumped in, already giving the driver directions..