Prologue
My name is Chanté. I am a young adult and have moved here to Riverview from Sunset Valley. I am alone, with my only friend being my sweet cat, Myn. I am very shy, probably because I am rather insecure. When I was growing up, all that mattered in my family was how you look and it seemed like I was never "pretty" enough for my family, especially my mom. She always objected to how I wore anything. My hair, my clothes, even something as simple as a hat. She may as well have picked out my wardrobe my whole childhood. Everyday, I would hear something along the lines of "you look like a rag doll." Basically, my own mother thought I was ugly all because I liked to look simple and causal. It is not easy to grow up hearing that and it turned me into a very sensitive and over-emotional person.
One day, when I was still a child, my mom bought home a computer. Curious little me wanted to know what this big, weird "toy" was. Mom explained to me it was a computer and how to use it. Since I never had anyone to play with outside of school, I often stayed inside and that computer quickly became my new "toy." I would use it everyday after school and I soon became more adept at using it than my mother. I guess I could say for a while, that computer took over my life. The internet world was amazing. Just...amazing.
Myn came along when I was a teenager. A random stranger approached me when I was a teenager and said, "Would you like my kitten?" I was ready to run away, but he thrust Myn into my arms and dashed off because I could get a word out of my mouth. Not knowing what else to do, I took Myn home. Surprisingly, my mom let me keep him. Myn didn't like his new home at first, but in time, he became my best, and only, friend. I believe Myn kept me sane.
When I finally became an adult, I was overjoyed. I could finally make my own choices and leave to be on my own. Of course, my mother was not happy with this. She didn't think I could take care of myself. Since I was so insecure, I believed her, but I was also extremely tired of her and her obsession with appearance. We argued for a few days and I slowly began to realize it was not just looks and it never was only about looks. I realized all this time, my mother had been a control freak. She wanted to have control over every aspect of my life, even while I was an adult. I was not going to have that. I preferred to go out into the world with Myn, even if I was scared, than live with my mother any longer. So I did. I took Myn, left my mother's house and never saw her again.
Now, here I am in Riverview. I'm not exactly sure how I got here, but I will do whatever I can to make the most of it. And Myn will be right by my side.
