I have now changed this world to a sort of all persons Journal, if you want a guest poster so you can post your work then ask. anything is acceptable; poetry, writing whatever. i will start off with some of my own stuff. if you read this then do comment and pm me if you want to post something and want a guest poster

Chapter one part one

"River! Get up!" a voice screamed in my ear.

Bloody hell, the woman is like a Banshee. As you may have guessed my name is river, 5'7", brown messy hair and boring Grey eyes. today was another dumb dull morning in my slumish apartment with my bitchy ass mother. squinting my eyes against the light I sat up and went to the dresser. First off i squeezed a 6th grade Training bra on my B cup breasts, damn it hurt, but i was used to it. I grabbed some bandages off my dresser and finished the job. Totally flat now, good. I hate being a girl, I started to fake being a boy when i was in eighth grade. boys were more interesting and less whiny then girls. Don't think you'll ever catch me in a skirt or dress, because you wont, period. I was currently 95 pounds and approaching 75 fast. The doctors fussed over how underweight i was. Like I cared, maybe if my mom didn't bitch at me so much i would be in the mood to eat her food.
I grabbed an apple before the cow could try and check my homework. Munching on a bite of the apple i left the apartment complex and walked down the down the street to the subway to take the tube to school.
Waiting at the entrance to the underground was Mitch. His name was Micheal but Mitch suited him better. You could say he thought i was the greatest thing since life itself. He was Bi, he liked both guys and girls, so he loved me 'cause I acted like a guy, looked like a guy but i have lady parts when he requires them. He grinned happily when he saw me. I pressed myself up to him when i got there, our bodies heating each other in the freezing morning air.
It always amuses me how people will stare at two 'boys' holding hands. I've never gone one morning without getting a disgusted look. the undergroud was always packed on a monday morning, damn buisness people feeding their service to fat CEOs who have to much money for their own good. Cramming my way onto the train still holding Mitch's hand I found a spot and grabbed a handle. Mitch wrapped his arms around to me to hold on. after some more rats got on the train took off.

Introduction

It was bright. It always is at 8am. I don't like the light, it hurts my eyes. And it calls forth memories of the world. I like this world better. it's the one i made myself. It's just like the one on the outside. People run from place to place like ants on the streets below, but here i am god. They run in terror when they see me. some give me offerings, I even have a devoted Television show. I love it here, the world that i made in my mind