THE REALIZATION
Prologue
Jamia

The sun had barely even risen and was reaching it's golden rays across the earth. A lone ray strayed into a dark bedroom window shining it's light upon a bare wooden floor. The only things that furnished the room was a decaying mattress with a thin green blanket, a small coffee table with a broken leg, and a tiny bookshelf in the far right corner.

In the corner diagonal to the bookshelf sat a dark figure hunched in a ball. It only wore an over sized white T-shirt with an old ripped pair of jeans, and some really funky sneakers. It's hair was matted to it's head and sticking together like somebody had poured syrup on it, not that you could really tell due to it's naturally black-brown coloring. (Now when I look back I know it's bad to criticize yourself, but I have to give you a vision in your head of me looking as crappy as I did and felt.) I sat on the cold and dusty wooden floor rocking, crying, and talking to myself. The quiet was comforting to my abused mind. I loved the silence as it loved me. I wish it would never stop. Unfortunately wishes only come true in really crappy Disney© (Me no own you no sue!) movies, and a sudden loud booming voice echoed through the silent house,

“Jamia get your lazy worthless behind out here and keep cleaning!!" I stood up wiped my face and walked stoically out the room. The next thing that came into my line of sight was a horrible looking form with a puke green suit on and it's hair put up in replicas of bull horns. It looked like a giant.

It slapped me upside my head and said "You lazy good-for-nothing girl you didn't wipe that atom off the table." It looked and laughed at the me and whispered in an evil sounding tone "Wipe it over another 3000 times."

I silently walked over to the rusty kitchen sink and drew the dirty brown water. I picked up the rag and inwardly freaked when a roach scurried from under it. I kept my slow and steady pace as I started scrubbing the shining polished indescribably clean table. (Which I cleaned quite well mind you.) It had started chuckling low underneath it's breath, but by the time I had accidentally fell over a chair leg, it was cackling very loud and maniacally. (It must have something wrong it no one laughs that much over nothing) Then suddenly looked like it was going to hit me and stopped and mid-air. I flinched and shuddered in fear.

"Still flinching ay," said the thing "Well you can now flinch while cleaning the spiders out of the basement." It suddenly laughed and abruptly stopped a second later. It grinned at me menacingly and then turned around and left.

This was mainly everyday life for me. The evil horrible thing was my aunt. Her name is Petunia Tough though I have to call her Sargent. She once was a Sargent in command in World War 2. She once was a nice lady then the war showed her the horrible balances between life and death, good and evil, kindness and cruelty. She had turned over to the dark side. Dun Dun Duuunnn. Yeah, I know, I'm messed up in head.

I have lived with my aunt since I was four years old. My parents were once dangerous spies who fought in World War 2. When they met on a mission to kill each other in France they, over dramatically in a romance movie kind of way, fell instantly in love with each other. They decided to get married and to live the rest of their lives together until old age.(Ok people now your going to have to use the critical thinking skills. Yes I know; what a drag, but live with it. If this actually came true, would I be living with Satan's reincarnate? No, I think not. This is about to get sad. I know, another drag but come on now, if this was a happy story we'd have bunnies, flowers, and straight teletubbies© -Which I don't EVER want to own- but we don't, and it won't be so you just might wanna break out the Kleenex©.-Which I also don't own-

The problem began when they were from opposites sides in the war, but obviously context clues already told you that. The problem progressed because they had never actually resigned from the war and their commanders thought they were still spies. (Note that the war has been over for about twenty years. Yeah I know long time, but it will eventually be explained) The problem had became an issue when the commanders, who had been driven crazy by seeing too much war, escaped from the insane asylum a.k.a the people in white.

The commanders both thought that the war was still going on and wanted their best spies on duty. So they tracked them down, over a series of months, to their home in Japan.(They were doing it separately on two different sides of the globes.) My mom's side came first and killed my dad because they recognized him as like the greatest spy in all the world next to my mom. My mom came in and started crying over his dying body. Then a few minutes later my Dad's side came in and saw Mom's side. They had thought my mom killed him, so they killed her. (Really confusing right?) Then I came in the room absolutely confused. I was only 3 then and they were both already dead.

I looked at both generals and said "What wrong with Mommy and Daddy?"

They then said "Oh, they were in love with each other! Oh well." and promptly walked out the house. (I was like oh well! Oh well! You just killed the two most important people in my short existence!! And frankly that's not just OH WELL!!!) Fortunately they walked right into the evil clutches of the people in white and their evil hug-yourself-jackets of doom! (Ha-Ha! Suckers! Nyah!)

Then I heard a mumble from my mom, and I rushed to her side. She barely breathed out the words that changed my life.

“Go to the book on the shelf third to left and five to the right on the top shelf.” Dad, already passing on wheezed out in barely audible directions

“Live, grow, get older, read, and fulfill your destiny!” They uttered in unison,

“We love you Pumpkin.”, and passed on to a happier place.

For many years then on I looked constantly on every bookshelf in every room, every day. I had even went to the library once or twice and looked. Finally I gave up and went to the snobbiest and smartest person (Next to me of course. I was pretty much a genuis.) on the block. Her name was Elizabeth Ann Snobist.

I told her about the riddle on one of the days when 'Satan', I mean my dear loving aunt, let me see the light of day. She sighed and shook her head of dirty yellow locks.

"Jamia you are so stupid. The riddle clearly states third to left and five to the right-" I cut her off,

"Duh you stupid girl! I know that get to the point."

"Well it must mean that the shelf only has 9 books." I looked at her for a moment before exclaiming,

"Why didn't I realize that! Here's a buck. Now go away." She quickly grabbed the dollar, and rushed down the street in a flurry. I knew that a dollar was probably not worth the information, but I didn't care in the least. I now knew the only bookshelf with 9 books on it in my vicinity was right in front of me the whole time... in my bedroom. Kitz: So whaddya think? Should I continue, or throw my dreams of being a writer in the trash bin.