Superman

Chapter One: Assuming

Assuming and saying the truth isn't the same thing. Assuming could all be filled with lies.

Abigail Winston

It didn't surprise me when I found myself looking back in memories, like I always did when I wasn't occupied with something to do. Wether it was school, chores around my Uncle's house, or taking my niece out to the main square, I just needed something to do. I was often told to never look back in my memories, that I would only just start screaming like I do most nights. My niece, Cendle, usually had to come into my room and sleep next to me, to distract me of my horrible past.

It was a nice summer day, the sun was shining but it wasn't hot enough to want to be in the coolness of air conditioning or shade. I was at the beach with my cousin who was a couple years older than me, and her name was Camilla. She was the popular girl in school, the one who was always outgoing and didn't care what people thought of her. Confident. A girl at 5'5 with tons of confidence and a boyfriend who would do anything for her. She's the girl you would want to fight for.

And here she stood, her headphones dangling from her hands, as she tries to capture some beauty pictures of the beach and the happy people. As I start to wander in my thoughts and before I get too far deep to where I have hidden all the pain, Camilla ends up plopping down in the beach chair next to me in defeat. "It's no use. You make it look so easy, I swear. You get the perfect timing, lighting, and the perfect setting in just one picture. No one wonder your minor is photography. If only I could get my hands on one of those stories you write," Camilla says, suggestively.

I shake my head, "Not going to happen. Especially when I don't even have the first rough draft done to Free America. I have the climax, the details, I just need to write long enough chapters and describe well."

I watch as she easily plucks her phone from her filled bag, where all I have is my phone, keys, a note book and pencil, a book, and sunglasses. She snaps her headphones into her phone, "One, what is the book even about?"

I take a breath, making sure that the memories didn't come back on why I wanted this story so bad by searching for my notebook and pencil to distract me. I grab it out and flip a few pages where there were tons of scribbles, note, and editing signs everywhere. But I could tell what it said perfectly, "This is the description I have for it. It's a work-in-progress.

"America Roberts is a 16-year-old girl with many special talents. She can sing, dance, cook, and is wonderful in art. She was always bold, brave, and free. That's why she was named America. Her mother knew she could change the world just by smiling. She was the girl who was kind and caring and made sure everyone fit in. But not everything always stays happy.

"America's freedom is suddenly ripped away from her when she gets kidnapped by one of the owners of Fairytale Retreat, a retreat centre for anyone who needs a getaway. America is confused as to why she's here, as to why she's hated, as to why she's suddenly being used a punching bag when anyone is mad, as to why she's being used for reasons she doesn't even want to explain. And it seemed time for that bright, bubbly girl to take a long rest and the quiet, snappy, fearful girl to come out, to let the other side of her heal.

"Secrets are finally revealed as to why she's here. And after so long of being kept in the dark, she finally is able to fight back. America must be brave and free, just like her name. She must change the way people think, that not everyone is bad. Can America make it through this alone? Or will she need help along the way?"

I turn to look to where Camilla sat, her mouth hanging open, "Abi, it's beautiful! That's going to be a wonderful book one day!" I realize her phone is not even in her hands anymore, it's dropped onto the sand, the music playing only loud enough for me to hear that familiar beat of one of the most famous boy bands, Untruthfully. And it's one of the most recent songs of their new album, I think.

I blush, "Thanks, Cami. But I still have a long way to go. Like, I don't really think I want that last paragraph to be worded the way it is and be explained in a different way. I haven't gotten to the chapters yet to revise, add on to, edit and then write the next five chapters." I erase the third paragraph, glad I wrote it light like I usually do with long pieces so I can work on them later.

"Well, I wish you luck. And make sure, don't go back through your memories. If you do, immediately snap out of it and get my attention," Camilla says my standard rules and I nod, knowing that these rules have actually became quite helpful in my situation. She plugs her headphones in, listening to the radio she always listens to.

It's always playing in her car. Even when you walk into your room, that same radio is playing.  Especially this past week has been more....drastic, I think would be the right word. She's always had her headphones in at school, at lunch we sit outside so she can hear the radio more better, and when we are home, it's playing on her phone no matter what. When we are in the middle of eating dinner, she has one headphone in, one headphone out. It's no use though, she tunes us out not a long while after we sit down. Luckily, she's not alone. I'm usually poking at my food, thinking about what if's. But it's not unusual for me to tune the whole world out. I do it all the time.

But these what ifs, their not what you would probably think they're about. For example, "What if my mother never got that disease? Would I have still been that happy girl I once was?" No, I don't even think about a 'Prince Charming' or 'Super Hero' as you girls usually like to dream of. I think of what type of job I will have in the future. If I will be happy with that job. If I'll finally belong in this world again.

I used to always assume that every guy I met was going to walk out of my life with no other thought than you a person that has a completely messed up past. That's why happy endings, fairy tales, prince charmingly, and superheroes never interested me.

But then again, it's always wrong to assume wrong.

A/N: My god this took me forever to write. This is unedited, if you couldn't tell. I made up Free America right on the spot actually so I was surprised with outcome of it. No, Abigail is not depressed even though she might seem like it. She just isn't allowed to go deep into her memory or else she'll be scared and will have to start all over.

Did anyone see what's coming up in the next chapter or guess what's coming up? With Camilla listening to the same radio station a lot and earlier in the chapter after Abigail was done reading off the description with Untruthfully softly playing? Anyone want to guess it?

Anyways, this series will contain characters from other books I'm writing. Some characters from The Able Series will appear from my other account and some characters from The Tattletale Series will also appear here.

Also, that's who I see as playing for Abigail Winston. I'm not using celebrities in this story for casting, I'm just simply putting the cast in pictures as to who I think would fit the best, not celebrities because they are their own person in this story.

Character Pronouciation:

Camilla- Cam-ee-ya
Abigail- (if you don't know how to say this then shame on you) Ab-i-gale
Cendel- Ken-doll
Cami- (Camilla's nickname) Cam-ee

That should be it

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-Emily