"I am no ordinary person, Cullen."

"Well who are you then."

"Well like Rey says in Star Wars -- I am no one. Well, no one that you should know at least."

I don't have a proper blurb/ description for this but it is something that I have had in my mind for quite a considerable amount of time that I just had to start writing it, therefore I have been unable to create a particularly intriguing description to entrance all you lovely readers into this book. Anyway, I must put out some disclaimers for this story as you can clearly tell, it is not the correct timeline (that is if you didn't get the hint with the name Rey from Star Wars: The Force Awakens) and that is because I have altered it to sort of add some originality to the story but also to add some political problems that everyday people are facing when it comes to gun control and Donald Trump (no offence to people who support him but I just hate him for being racist and all that shit) which I want to put awareness on.

I hope you guys don't mind that type of content but I feel like these should be addressed in an appropriate way by adding it into a fanfiction which isn't based off real life but to make it more real it must be done (if you get what I mean).

Here is a little sneak peak at the prologue to this story which I have concocted in my imagination:

     Death.

     Death is when a human being has finally decided to sleep for good after living a hopefully long and fulfilling life filled to the brim with both the happiest and saddest moments that anyone could ever have; I have always had a comfort from dying and what was to come afterwards. The knowing that you have lived your life to the fullest potential always made me feel excited about death and the prospers that I know will come. It's almost like kinetic energy and the many possibilities that it could travel to reach its full potential. Deep down, I think of myself as that kinetic energy; trying my hardest to get to the potential that I know I can get if I just pushed a little more. God I wish I wrote that down in my diary when I had the chance. Anyway, where was I; ah yes, the idea of me being kinetic energy.

     Energy never gives up, it always keeps moving. That's what I image kinetic energy to be; something that never gives up. Lately, I haven't been that kinetic energy; instead I have continually given up hope like my sister always does every waking minute of her life. Isabella has never had things the way she had hoped, something that Kinetic energy always has in my personal opinion. That's what makes kinetic energy so likeable, so wanted like an ice cream on a warm summers day when the sun drinks up our water to intensify the heat and make us want to ball our tongues out in order to get cold, fresh water that soothes the throat ever so slightly but enough to survive.

     However, staring into the hunters unblinking deep Crimson red eyes, I felt my kinetic energy die in the darkest and torturous way possible to man-kind.

Do you guys like it? What could I improve on? Please comment down your thoughts cause feedback is something that all authors love to hear and read; yes I know that the sun drinking the water thing is wacky and completely poo but it was hard to describe what I was meaning which was that the sun was draining all the liquid in our bodies

Anyway, all you have to do if you want this story to be wrote is vote and comment saying yes and your reasons why. This must be done so I can know if you, my audience, like this idea and want to know more about this character for which I have left their name out on purpose.

-B