I pick up my bat and my backpack and walk out of my home. yeah- I know it doesn't really look like a typical home. I sling my bag over my shoulder and head to the local diner. I put my head phones in not particularly paying any attention when I bump into some one. I look up at the guy he looks maybe a year older than me and alot richer. He had brown hair and green eyes. He was WAY taller than me and he wears headphone around his neck and designer clothes. I back and murmur "Uh sorry."
You are the person responsible for making all those magical/cursed items that people are always stumbling across.
I hate my room. Above me lived a banshee determined to get into the school choir and below me lived the dragon who stayed up every damn night until it was morning. Curse this school for giving me this room. I couldn't live under a mermaid or above a unicorn could I? Nooo I had to put up with this!