Fantasy, baby.

I was sixteen when it happened - at a time in my life when I was just getting to know the world, the way it works, and how sometimes it can be crueler and more spiteful than children think. I might have been sixteen, almost an adult but I was still innocent and fragile inside. I was still at a stage where I would become upset over a petty comment; I never let things go, like most children. That was all I was, a child, as much as I hated to admit it. I wanted to be a grown up, I wanted people to see me as more than just a stupid, naïve little girl with false pretenses. I thought nobody would ever see me as more than a child, until he came along. And that was when it all changed.