Welp This is a Book for when I Need to Write Crap Down

It gets Better

You wanted to be free. Now you were. You woke up in a sun lit room laying down on a soft bed you where in a Tree house. A cup of hot tea sat on your night stand. A boy, standing by the door frame looking into your eyes. This boy had bleach blond hair and pear green eyes. Ear peircings scattered both ears into something a punck rocker boy would wear. Gadges and snakebites, "mornin' missy." You looked like a freaking idiot looking up this boy up and down. "Ummmm. Where am I?" You ask a sleepy tone made your voice seem somewhat atractive to him but not to you. "We are in South Haven where all the wild kids go" You shoke your head looking around the boy was now gone you where in deep water. You tried to inhale but failed bringing only water into your lungs, you swam up as fast as you could failing a hand was pressed against the center of your chest bringing you up to the shore. You coughed up water and spit it was awful, you wanted to wake up from this "Dream" before anything else happened to you.