A/N: hey all. I decided that it was about time I got off my arse and wrote a chapter story, so here we go! I’ll still be writing the Lovelorn series, as I write the stories, and this one is mostly just for fun and to make me write.

Enjoy, and please review!

Chapter One

I wonder what would happen if pigs could fly. I mean, would we still keep them in pens, or would they have to be caged? And how would they roll around in mud if they had wings to hinder them?

Ok, so now you probably think I’m crazy. Well, I’m an artist, so that could probably be justified, but that didn’t just come out of nowhere. I only started thinking about pigs with wings because the café I work at is called ‘The Flying Pig’. I personally don’t understand that, because not only do we not own any flying pigs, but it’s a strictly vegetarian café, and pigs aren’t even on the menu.

Apparently the café’s pretty old though, so maybe that’s why. I mean, cafés and pubs and stuff had some pretty weird names back in the olden days. Or so I’m told, anyway. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been back in time, so I guess I can’t really confirm that.

But anyway, I’m getting sidetracked. That’s one of my issues, you know. I get really easily distracted. I’m meant to be writing all my issues down. My therapist said it’d be good for me. Or at least Justine said that, seeing as how there’s no way I could afford a real therapist 9and I’d like to think I don’t need one). Justine is my best friend, so counseling comes with the territory.

And god knows, I have enough problems in my life to need some thorough counseling. I mean, first of all, look at where I’m at in my life. I’m seventeen years old, working at a café, going to art college (or at least the artiest college in Canberra) and barely on speaking terms with my parents. My parents think that art is a bad road to take, but I kind of don’t care what they say.

Anyway, that’s not my issue. My issues are totally worse than that.

So, back to what I do. I guess in a way, I’m a bit of a Jack of all arts. Or should that be Jill? I don’t know. But I sing, write, paint and lately I’ve been dabbling in a little photography.

Painting and signing are like my hobbies I guess. I sing in a band, but we’re a garage pop/rock band, and we’re not that serious. And I only ever paint at school.

It’s writing that I’m passionate about. But that’s where all my various issues come in.

You see, I’m incapable of writing anything good unless I have inspiration. And by that I mean a specific type of inspiration- love. I only ever have talent when I’m in love. Which is why, I guess, I’m always chasing boys.

I mean, I’m quite pretty, in a way. My mum’s Spanish, so I have nice skin and long, brown, wavy hair and all. And a sizeable booty.

But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little crazy. Guys don’t usually flock towards the crazy chick.

A few have, of course, and I’ve had my share of boyfriends. But I’m at a lull in the dating game right now, and its sucking the creative juices right out of me. My last boyfriend, Jarred, who I totally thought I was in love with, moved to Townsville, which is practically a 15 hour drive or something from Canberra. Not cool, I can assure you.

So you see what the problem is, right?

I mean, if I want to be an author, I have to write amazing books. And if I want to write amazing books, I have to be in love. And if I want to be in love, there has to be a guy involved.

And frankly, guys screw everything up.

Wow. This writing down your issues thing actually kind of works. I’m feeling a little better. Not brilliant, but I mean, surely there’s a good guy out there somewhere.

I figure that finding the ideal boyfriend will solve all my issues. So I have a mission. From now on, I’m on a full fledged boy hunt.

I mean, come on. I live in Canberra. It’s packed with males. I reckon that’s about a ratio of four guys to every girl.

Out of four, there’s bound to be one that’s right…right?

A/N: and thus our heroine embarks on a journey to discover herself, and that will ultimately lead her to her one true love cue cheesy music.

Seriously, though, please review. I know the chapter’s incredibly short, but it’s kind of like a prologue in a way. I’d love to know what you think…

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