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Chapter 9 Bianca's POV

"The hero's handsome brow dripped in glistening sweat, his chest heaved as he managed to impale the beast whose welcome to the small village was well overdue. He pulled his sword back, his battle cry causing the entire town to cheer and cry out in pleas from the pain of losing so many and so much. As the hero in his shining armor charged on his shining noble white steed.."

"Bianca! You got mail! It looks important!" my father shouted from the kitchen as the engine of the mail truck roared by just like any other boring Monday morning. The smell of eggs and burning toast punched through my nostrils as it wafted through the air of our compacted house in the middle of a mountain town.

I paused the video in the making and hurriedly raced down the stairs

Who could've sent me a letter? It wasn't like I was very popular.

Well except on Ft. Beat of course.

I wasn't sure why, but when I read a piece from one of the many sonnets that were locked away in my hidden library with gentle music playing in the background, I got over 5 million views on Ft. Beat in less than a week. Then, less than a year, I became #1 on #BookBeats with people praising how my voice could paint thousands of pictures each week.

"Here you go. Also, coffee has been made just the way you like it." Father announced, handing me a letter that had a wax seal plastered on it. The symbol of Ft. Beat is what caught my attention.

It stated that I and four others have been accepted to live in a content house.

"Hello everyone! Guess what? We're here! The place is gorgeous! It looks like I got here last which is ok. I just want to thank everyone who supported me and my dreams. You guys are like the family I've never had and I'm just so grateful to be here."

After walking up the stairs, Mr. Crane shook my hand.

"It's great to meet you, Ms. Morris. Let me say it a pleasure to have you here." Mr. Crane announced while fixing his tie. His smile reminded me of a dentistry commercial on tv. It was big and bright, his teeth straightened into even lines.

This man meant business, even though his fake pleasantries and small talk.

It was absurd to think that a simple man could try and intimidate me with his quasi attitude towards us five young adults who had all just met under the intentions of this so-called "content house" out here in sunny California.

I wish I could go back to the small quiet town in Canada where nothing could ever really disturb that cozy feeling. I would miss drinking coffee with my dad at the local diner on Sundays while we discuss the latest news on the tv while the smell of grease, handmade maple syrup, and pinewood burning through the house.