Author Note:

New story! I felt random and it came to my head...I think it really brings out my crazier side so you may find it weird instead of funny...haha. My best friends found it amusing since they are used to the crazier side of me...the other just sort of...looked at me like I am insane (which I am I suppose, hehe.) Anyway, hope you like it.

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Chapter One

Superman Doesn't Hear Me

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My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach as I comprehended the terrible truth. No one would be able to save me from this heartbreaking reality. I had been abandoned, forgotten and left alone to fend for myself.

I had missed the train; the train to France that held the path for the future of my life.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!" I shouted angrily.

I knew I shouldn't have bought the muffin!

Stupid muffin, looking so delicious in the shop window, with it's slightly melted chocolate chips just beckoning me with its sugary sweetness. If I hadn't of walked all the way over to the shop, just to get that muffin, I wouldn't have missed the train. I would still have my family right by my side, but no, now I am an orphan, with no food except for a muffin that is the cause of this whole mess!

"What are you looking at?" I asked the evil muffin – the perpetrator.

It was glaring at me with its beady chocolate eyes. I sighed sadly and trudged over to the seats, dragging my bag behind me.

I decided to get my revenge by eating the muffin while I thought over the possibilities of Superman coming and flying me to France where my family would be in hours to come.

Will he hear me from Metropolis if I call for him?

Or if I eat slowly he might hear the muffin's cries to be saved!

I sat solemnly waiting for my hero to come rescue.

Have my parents even noticed I am missing?

When you have two younger chaotic brothers, your parents tend to get distracted. They would most likely realise I am missing when the train stops since my seat isn't near theirs anyway.

What am I going to do?

My parents don't even know their only daughter is missing.

Someone could attack me or rape me! I can't even call them because they're on the train. If I go home I'll be on my own in a scary big house! What if a vampire breaks through the window and kidnaps me, or just bites me and kills me?!

I've only had 17 years to live; I'm too young to die!!

"Hey what's wrong?" asked a random guy sitting next to me.

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?!" I shouted astounded.

"I'll tell you what's wrong! My family are on the next train to France! I have been left on my lonesome as an orphan, vulnerable to random guys like you! And it is all because of this stupid muffin! The chocolate chipped perpetrator!" I exclaimed shaking the muffin in the air to show him.

I was fuming, how dare he interrupt my thoughts?

He even had the nerve to ask what was wrong!

Is this guy stupid?

Does he not see how evil the muffin is?

Can he not feel the vibes in the air!!

Suddenly I felt bad.

I looked at the poor muffin in my hand, half of its head missing. We were kind of on the same level, both torn away from our families.

However it was okay for the muffin, once I ate it, it would no longer have to mourn over the loss.

I was once again snapped out of my thoughts by Mr. Random talking to me "I was only trying to help!" he growled.

Yes growled, like a wolf.

Oh my god, what if he's a werewolf?!

Where's Superman when you need him?

"Well you're not helping!" I retorted.

Hmm, maybe I should learn to keep my mouth shut, especially when I am at risk of being bitten by a werewolf.

Come to think of it, he was sitting awfully close for my liking, and he was not happy with me. His ice-cold glare matched his light blue eyes.

"You don't recognise me do you?" he asked.

Eh? What the hell?

Am I supposed to recognise this scary yet sort of cute dude?

Okay so he's very cute...

No no no!

I can not think the werewolf is cute!

He might lure me away with his good looks and then eat me!

Or maybe he'll compromise?

I will give him the muffin, if he lets me live.

"Erm, no, you don't seem to ring a bell, but if you want the muffin just say! Just please don't eat me!" I rambled staring wide eyed at his daunting expression.

He raised an eyebrow at me (damn people who can do that).

"You're even crazier than when we last met," He mumbled.

I was truly offended. "Say what? I'll have you know Mr. Random, I am not crazy - I am just unique. Definitely not crazy"

He shook his head at my feeble attempt to prove my sanity. It was too late, I thought, he was ready to kill me.

Then I remembered what he had said. "Wait! We've met before?" I inquired attempting to raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I live next door to you." He explained.

Ah, so this is the new boy next door.

The guy I had accidentally mistaken for a burglar a few days ago...and chucked a shoe at through my bedroom window.

Oh God, help me.

Author note:

It wasn't too bad was it? I'd appreciate comments!