(I deleted the book and I put the few words I wrote in it in here, so I could still have it, just less stories on my profile)

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Summary:
I hate Dragons! They are terrible creatures, and I am glad they do not exist, Or so I thought...

I didn't know what was coming for me! I didn't think I'd ever crash a party, or have a club-house, or even befriend a dragon-LOVER! Yuck! How would that even happen? Even worse, I didn't even know I would ever become a dragon...

Chapter 1: (April 10, 2015)
I took in a breath of fresh air and stretched my arms above my head, and braided my fingers together in awakening to a new day. I felt some of my tired self escape me, like water in a filter. I let my arms drop freely, away from the distractions of control. A wave of freshness flew through my dark, curly brown hair. Blond streaks tangled through the jungle of brown. I sighed, more of the sleep washing out of my bright, emerald green eyes.

Truly, I hated my eyes. I let my curly bangs hang like a curtail over them to hide the bright hue. These eyes of mine seemed to define my total opposite personality. I was not a bright person. My dresser was filled with dark clothes, and obscure skinny jeans with holes in them. The walls around me were blue, plastered with posters of my favorite rock band. The floor was caked with sheets of music and clothes.

I rubbed the rested of the sleep out of my eyes and yawned another heavy sigh. I glanced at the alarm clock on my smooth, blue-painted night stand. At first, a smile inched across my face for I knew it was the first day of fall break, a Thursday. But then peace that successfully rode along with my awakening abruptly melted. 9:51 A.M.
"Holy Cow! I am going to be late!"

Quickly, I threw on a pair of faded skinny jeans and the first T-shirt I saw in my dresser. I bolted into the kitchen from my downstairs bedroom and kicked on my black converse. Quickly, I chomped down an apple as fast as lightning.

As I threw the apple core away, I then zoomed over to the heavy metal door leading to the garage. I was about to shout across the house to signal to my mom that I was leaving. Suddenly, the words got chocked in my mouth at her surprising arrival, swinging around the corner.

"Oh! Sorry," she said, accidentally dropped some dirty clothes at our collision. She began to grab the clothes off the ground, and I refused to assist her in picking them up. "Well, well," she said standing straight up, "Jayden, where is such a fine young man leaving on an early, fall-break morning? Usually the Jayden I know would sleep in until 10:30 on a day like this." I could hear the hint of sarcasm she was trying to hide at the word Fine.

"I was just about to leave to meet the guys, we are going to be at Andrew's house all day," I said, glancing at my watch, not letting my mom to tell me to do any chores before I go. I was trying to stall, "and I don't wanna be late so bye, see yah later," she was about to interrupt me. I refused to loose this battle, so I snapped, "'Kay gotta run bye seeya," and I slammed the door in her face."

I bolted to my blue bike, jumping over my little sisters pink bike on the way. I kept on to my bike just as my mom flung open the door shouting, "Jayden, wait!" I didn't get to hear the rest. As I rode on a lightning bolt down my driveway, I heard a clunk of something dropping on the cement of the driveway.

Urg! My mom is a pain! My thoughts told me. I hate it!

I biked out of the round-about I lived in and down the street. Wind snuck behind my ears pulling out the curls hidden there. My dark, curly brown bangs flew from my face, reveling my light green eyes. I biked for about 5 minutes when I thought Drat! I forgot my helmet again! I skidded to a halt and was about to spin around to quickly ride home, when I decided to look at the time. 10:17 A.M. "Oh golly, I am defiantly late!" butterflies began to pelt my stomach. Every time I am late for something, I get nervous. I decided not to go home to get my helmet. The meeting place was just a mile away, and I had already driven half-way there! I pedaled on down the rode, knowing people would see my ugly green eyes with the wind brushing my hair away from my eyes. Well that's the consequence of not having a helmet to his my eyes. But my thoughts refused to go farther in consequences of not wearing a helmet.

I was soon interrupted with an intersection of cars. A line of them wizzed by, with no cars trailing behind. It was totally safe to go. WIthout even bothering to look in each direction, I slowly pedled across the black rode. Half-way down the rode, I heard the honking of a giant truck! It was then I realized that I was the same lane as a huge, silver truck! As my heart sunk to my stomach, I wished so badly that I had went to grab my helmet.

Chapter 2: (November 9, 2015)
Jayden... Jayden! A voice echoed around me. Wake up into the clouds young one! Blurry visions out-voted clarity. Where was I? Heaven, the hospital, in a dream?

"I can assure you, you are not in a dream, maybe," the voice spoke again.

"What?" This was weird.

"Okay fine, you are in a dream, but you're body is okay, and not on it way to hospital," I rubbed my aching head. Well that was reassuring.

"Wha, what is going on here?" I tried to get up but was denied that ability. Hands pushed me down. Everything was beginning to clear up. A figure with long flowing hair was towering over me.

"The person that hit you has been brainwashed, so to him he didn't hit you at all." The sweet voice replied. It reminded me of honey.

"I am so confuuuuu..." My vision came back to me. Kneeling above me a beautiful girl, with belched hair growing brown at the roots. Hair was tied up in a beautiful yet complicated hairstyle that required a strange braid. I didn't care how it looked, it was amazing and beautiful!

"Who is this angel, standing above me?" I tried.

She stared at me as if I was creep-face, "Excuse me! I am certainly no angel!" She snapped, "But am certainly the sprite to get you to your destination.

"O...Kay?" I was now confused.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

I shivered, "Ummm..."

"Just don't look down," she whispered, "Seriously, don't. Look. Down." Her stern voice made me shake.

Suddenly we shot through the air. I nearly fell off of the... CLOUD?!?

It was then I realized That we were hundreds of feet in the air.

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Yeah, so probably not going to finish it, but I still wanted to keep it 'cause you just gotta preserve memories. 😊