Chapter 3 : The Storyteller Jurisdiction.

The Smiling Persons Organization weren't the only ones having trouble with Sydney and her constant complaining.

In the Fantasy Realm, Storyteller's Jurisdiction a very heated discussion was going on about a mortal that kept criticizing their stories.

Priscilla, the head storyteller rubbed her temples and sighed before slamming the table with her gavel " Enough. I understand that you're all worried but we need a solution, not more complaining ".

The others kept quiet and she went on " Reports from the human realm show that they are also trying to solve this particular issue. I suggest we work together with these humans to solve the problem ".

That caused the others to murmur when a man with off white hair and a pencil on his ear spoke " We can't work together with them, it'd be braking the rules. Alpha who'd be furious ". Priscilla rolled her eyes " We won't be asking directly, just giving them an extra nudge. Alpha doesn't need to know ".

The others instantly shut up and Priscilla went on with a smile " Now we need to decide which of us will follow this mortal and ensure her satisfaction ". Everyone kept quiet and Priscilla added cheerily " Whoever takes on the mission and is successful will be promoted to Chief Storyteller ".

Though that got a few heads turning but not enough. The man from earlier spoke with an opportunistic smile " Let the students try their luck, we professionals are busy with our own stories ".

The others nodded in agreement and so did Priscilla " Its decided, one of the junior storytellers will follow this mortal on her journey. Case dismissed ". With that she hit the table again with her gavel and they slowly dispersed.

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I yawned, rubbing my chin as I got out of bed. The clock said ten o'clock, I say good morning. I'd rather not get out of bed, it's not like anything would change no matter how many times I open my eyes.

But I'm hungry and dirty, did I mention hungry? Dragging my feet to the kitchen, I looked around my living room. This was my second bedroom, just a little messier.

[ I guess brunch can wait ] Packing my blondish green hair into a loose bun, I walked into the living room and started picking things up. Trash, clothes, old sweet wrappers and there was even some mouldy pizza somewhere [ How don't I have rats? Wait, what if I do? ]

That gave me the energy to finish cleaning and dusting, then I washed my plates from last night and took out the trash [ So many chores, I hate myself even more ]

It was around noon when I finished cleaning and I took a quick shower and changed into loose black sweatpants and a crop sweatshirt [ Brushing isn't necessary if I'm not going anywhere ]

Don't look at me like that [ I brush four times a week, sometimes three but it's not like you can smell my bad breath ] I sat down with some leftover cake and turned on my laptop.

My face lit up when I got a video request from my boyfriend, Ross [ Yeah, we're still together ] I happily accepted and my face lit up but it wasn't what I was expecting [ Aren't those sex noises? ]

I clenched my fists and yelled into the camera " He won't last long, best you get away from him ". The two stopped their heated naked make out session while I forced back my tears.

He was obviously gasping for breath as he picked the phone " Syd, I didn't mean to call you. This isn't what it looks like ". I nodded and looked at him " Yeah, you're right. You have to make a decision now Ross ".

He squinted his eyes and kissed the screen " I'd obviously pick you baby, I'm yours ". I laughed bitterly " I don't take handouts, will you end the call or should I "? I didn't wait for a reaction and slammed the screen shot.

The tears were coming and I could barely see anything [ How dumb am I ? I can't believe I moved here for him ] It was getting harder to breath and I saw the silver bracelet I was wearing [ He gave it to me when we graduated high school a year ago ]

It had half a heart as a charm [ My heart's not just broken, it's shattered ] I got angry with myself and tore it off [ Worst decision of my life was ever meeting him ] I cried my eyes out that afternoon, then called my girlfriends and ate a lot of ice cream.

I thought it would make me feel better, it did but just a little bit. It was already around seven when I had no more tears to shed and then the doorbell rang.

At first, I ignored it and buried my head in the pillows hoping the person would go away [ It didn't work ] Instead, I threw the pillows and yelled " Go away ". At first it was silent but the damn ringing continued.

So I stomped to the door, ready to punch whoever was bothering my self pity session but there was no one there. I looked both ways but no one was there " I can't even be broken hearted in peace ".

Then I looked down and saw a box of groceries " I don't remember ordering anything ". After scratching my head for a while, I carried it in.

It had my usual stuff so I decided to put them in and continue wallowing in pain and drowning myself in tears. I laughed bitterly " I must sound like a spoilt brat ".

But at the bottom of the pile, there was a black hardcover book with a pink tiara on it and a matching pen. Curious, I opened the book and saw the words Happy Birthday written in it and I smiled faintly and flipped through the pages.

It was divided into different sections by different colored paper that had a stickers of many Disney princesses and characters I could and couldn't recognize. The pages as well were blank, no words except ' Once Upon a Time....' written on the first page.

I kept flipping through the pages but it all said the same thing and then I got a paper cut. Throwing the book away, I sucked my finger that got cut [ Today just isn't my day ]

But when I bent over the counter to pick the book, it was gone. I frowned and began searching for it when I heard the rustling of pages and turned around.

I thought I saw a floating glowing book slam into my face as I blacked out, I must be losing my mind from all the crying,right. Right?