The World Gives Us a Chance (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

Chapter 1 – Small Girl, Big World: There are a lot of stories in the world. Many more than anyone could ever hear in a lifetime. The unique thing about stories, is that every story is different for those who live it. Everyone on Earth is the hero of their own story. Every person has a unique story that they eventually experience, that makes them the person they are for the rest of their lives.

            This story, is the story of a girl. A girl named Liz. Liz was a naturally beautiful girl of 24 years old with jet black hair and bright green eyes that shined like emeralds. Liz was a cute averaged sized girl at 5’5” and 130 pounds. She was never the biggest fan of her own size because she always felt that she should be skinnier. (At least that’s what society seemed to tell her endlessly.) Liz felt that beauty could come from other places, not the traditional places that the world told them it had to come from. She loved tattoos. Not complicated, or huge tattoos that took up an entire arm; but something simple, and cute, and meaningful.

She had two tattoos on her body and they both held a lot of significance for her. The first was a tiny cross that she had on the back of her right pointer finger. As a religious girl Liz had it there so that God could always point the way for her. The second was a tiny beautiful elephant that she had on the side of her stomach. The elephant on her side looked exactly like a stuffed animal that she had named Scoots. Scoots was the stuffie that Liz had had forever. He was the first one that she had ever received from her mother… before the woman had unfortunately passed away from illness. But because of that Scoots was even more important to her and she had proven that value by not only still having him around in her room but also getting a copy of him tattooed on her body so that her stuffie could always be with her to make her feel better. Scoots was her protector and in return Liz had never let another soul besides her Mother touch Scoots.

Liz needed a protector. For a girl like her… the world was a scary place. She had a lot of trouble connecting with other people; she didn’t really trust them. After her Mother had passed away and her father had more or less left her to fend for herself, Liz was not by any means a trusting individual. Liz preferred it when she could act little. The girl had always had a fascination for acting younger than she really was. She believed that a part of her used it as a coping mechanism for stressful everyday life; but another part of her just found it very fun and very cute. She liked calling Scooter a stuffie, and she liked talking in a babyish voice, and… even though she’d never personally tried them… even the idea of diapers fascinated her.

Something about them just felt so… otherworldly somehow. Diapers were a part of a time when the world had been fun and innocent. Diapers, while their technical use most would find repulsive, were in a weird way beautiful things. Literal safety embodied in a simple plastic garment. Liz had always been too nervous to try them, but a part of her was always hoping she would one day.

That morning Liz woke up at 7:30 to a calm rainy morning; her favorite kind of morning. A part of her wished nothing more than to just skip her job today and to curl up by her window in her onesie and read a book to the sound of the rain. That sounded like heaven to a girl like Liz.

But, she knew she had to make a living somehow to afford her little apartment. As much as she distrusted people she unfortunately had to work with them and for them when she was at her job in the city. Doing so gave her extreme anxiety but when she was in public she did her best to steel herself against the harsh world and act like the adult she was supposed to be.

Liz quickly got dressed into her barista uniform. Black pants, grey shirt, no jewelry. She grabbed her little blue cap and apron and with a nibble from a bagel, she was out the door. Liz had once been offered a job to work at a big fancy Reserve Starbucks, but she had turned it down. It honestly sounded like it would be too many people and too stressful for her; but also she just naturally preferred something smaller and unique. She enjoyed the cute privately owned coffee shop that she worked at in the city.

Liz spent that morning commute the way that she spent most of them; with her knees curled up on her seat, sitting as far away from anyone else on the train as she could (But still next  to a window of course.), with her nose as deep as it could be in a book without literally touching the page. When the train finally arrived in the city she looked at her watch and realized that she only had 13 more minutes to get to work! Her train must have been delayed while they were moving. She had been too focused on her book to even notice.

As soon as the double doors opened Liz flew out the door and swerved through the crowds as best she could. The girl was small but she was fast and agile.

Finally, she made it out to the fresh air of the city; New York City. The massive amounts of people of course made her nervous; but Liz loved the city. It was so bright and beautiful and felt almost magical in the way that so much happened in it every single day.

Liz stopped day dreaming and began to run. It was now 8:52 and her shift started at 9:00. She had to hurry!

Liz ran around people, she basically ran through people, and she crossed the streets even when she didn’t have the sign to say to walk (Which terrified the young girl.). She was almost there! She reached for the front door of her coffee shop and then…. WHAM! She flew right into somebody and they both fell to the ground.

Liz was stunned and saw stars for a few seconds. “Hey,” A soft voice suddenly said to her, and she felt a hand help her up. When her vision recovered Liz found her voice get caught in her throat as she was staring into the glowing brown eyes of a beautiful boy. “H-Hey… are you okay?”

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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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