Been To Hell

Chapter 7: F*ck the World.

6 months later. . .

Ms Rivera,

After reading your entry OBLIVION we have come to conclusion that we will not be accepting your entry to the Type Writers of California Competition; but rather we’ll be requesting a three book contract with you and possibly later work you’d be willing to publish with California Publishing House. And in the meantime, we’re willing to sponsor you so you’re able to write comfortably without worry of life’s little speed bumps and potholes.

 Please call the office of Paul Dodson, CEO of California Publishing House, and we’d be glad to meet you to discuss further interactions and business together.

Yours Truly

Paul Dodson

CEO of California Publishing House.   

My jaw was on the floor and my eyes were hanging out of their sockets. I couldn’t believe what I was reading; I couldn’t believe what I had in my very hands. It’s been six months since I was entered, every day I woke up expecting to be told that I was rejected but today I woke up and was told that I was rejected because I’m getting published. If that’s not a dream come true then I don’t know what is. Paul Dodson is a very powerful man and I’m at his beckoning call, kneeling before him to be able to drink the nectar of the writing Gods! Some of the biggest names in writing history; Gigi St Pierre, Natalie Quinn, Tom Paddington; all of them have been published more times than Matt and I do the freaky deaky in a week. . . . Okay that’s a lie, but you get what I mean. Gigi St Pierre is only twenty-five and has published thirty-seven books since she was twenty and she already has a net worth of eighteen million dollars.

“So?” I heard Matt’s voice come over the phone as I stared wide eyed at the acceptance letter in front of me.

“I’ve been rejected....” I trailed off slowly with an airy voice.

“Oh babe, fuck those assholes! You’re an amazing writer.” Matt was away on their first tour, they finished their first album and now they’re on tour for four months already, luckily he’s home by the end of the week. On Friday when I wake up he won’t be home but he’ll be home in time to pick me up from my writing class. I’m so excited to see him. I miss him a lot. The bed is too damn empty without him taking up most of the room. I wonder if he thinks the same. Does his bed seem too empty for him to be able to sleep properly?

“I’ve been rejected because they want to put me on a contract.” I added to my statement, my voice was still airy and soft. I didn’t need to be so quiet, my mom was at work and I was home alone. But I couldn’t seem to let my voice break through, I was in shock. I still was in disbelief that this was happening.

“Holy shit! Are you serious?” He exclaimed, his voice sounded childish over the phone but it was still rusty sounding. My mouth finally curled in the corners as I set the paper down onto the kitchen counter. I couldn’t believe I was standing in my kitchen in my underwear and a tee shirt at nine in the morning getting the best news I’ve ever gotten . . . okay that’s a lie. The best news I’ve ever gotten was when Matt declared me his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” I managed to squeak. That’s when it struck me like a bitch slap. My hands got lost in my frizzy hair as I widened my eyes and my mouth formed a wide smile that let unbelievable giggles fall from it.

“Ho! Oh my God, Matty! I’m getting published!”

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