At the moment, my name isn't important. What's important is what's happening. The world is a mess, but that's not important either. What if I told you, the world isn't what it seems. That you aren't really reading this, or maybe you are. How would I know? Or, most importantly, how would you know? What makes this so important, you might ask? Because this is exactly what happened to me. I thought my life was going pretty well. I had great friends, I was turning sixteen soon, I had a 4.0 at school, my parents weren't fighting much anymore, and I had an amazing boyfriend who loved me for who I was. I thought nothing could ruin the life that I had. Well, I was wrong.