1 Prologue: Pessimistic Protagonist

Routines, probably the biggest bully of them all. A constant reiteration of the same old boring lifestyle that surrounds me. Nearing the second half of senior year of high school, I had more than enough experience with mine to know that I couldn't possibly take another four years of this in college. It wasn't a bad life I lived per say, it was just the truest form of the word average. No surprises accompanied me whether they be good or bad, no enemies to be fair but then again not really any friends either. Interactions, excluding regular day to day ones, were about as rare as encountering a superhero on the streets. Nothing tangible that really applied any spice into my life, no spark to push that inner drive. All this and more swept through my thoughts like ravenous tornado into a house of cards, it took all my willpower just to keep my eyes from glazing over. Not even these New Years fireworks could raise a hint of excitement, but then again nothing really did anymore. Regardless I leaned up on the balcony railing to try and capture a view worth remembering. Wind tugging and ripping at my limbs as if mistaking me for a freshly sewn kite. Though I couldn't really blame it, no sane person would stick out this precariously without an ulterior motive, but just what that motive was yet I hadn't decided. Just when I was about to succumb to the tranquility again, it was almost as if fate intervened as a blazing star danced its way through the night shooting down with such speed it was clear it had no other goal than forcing itself as deep into the ground as physically possible. Finally seeing this story like view, enticing as it was, it's almost as if it the final puzzle piece of my mind was placed. Without hesitation my body started to move independently and next thing I knew I was standing on the railing. Smiling dryly I took this a sign of what was really about to come. Pointing at the star as if calling a home run, "Race you to the bottom?" I choked out. Releasing my grip on the railing I leaned forward and let myself fly for the first time. Funny, I really did feel like a kite.