In this big world, I'm just no one. I'm just a girl who loves being alone with my self doing nothing but to read books and look up in the sky thinking I could reach the clouds.

      Prince, castle, happy endings -- they've been running in my head for countless of times. For eighteen years old like me, is it normal to believe in fairy tales? What if I also have a fairy Godmother? 

      I may sound weird but that's me. I know we're pretty weird in our own little way. I just hope someday, someone will match my weirdness and fall in a mutual weirdness and call it love.

          It was a same ordinary day for Megan. She woke up, get dressed and go to school just like what she normally do in everyday of her teenage life.

          She didn't take study seriously, all she care about id her passion in arts. She's very good in painting and sketching, even in designing. That's the only reason why she attends school, because of her art class. Thousands times she wishes that art class is the only subject she should take, but highschool is not like that.

          After her last subject for the morning, she headed straight at the cafeteria for her lunch. She didn't have any friends in school, and she prefer not having one. For her, it's annoying to have someone who always sticks with you. She loves to be alone, away from everyones attention.