𝐸𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝒾 𝒜𝓂𝑜𝓇 || 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓉𝓎𝒳𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Chapter One-The Meet-Up

You wake up on a sunny day. You're nervous, because this is the day you get to meet the members of the Dream SMP. Your hands are sweaty, and you're still in shock.

You just got accepted into the SMP, something of an impossible feat. You knew you were going to get hate for this, and you weren't used to that. You're more used to being anti-social, and not making easy friends with people. You fidget with your oversized sleeves of your sweatshirt.

You brush your h/l, h/c brown hair, and look at yourself in the mirror. A girl of recently, 20, now 21 stares back at you, kinda messy-looking, with an under-average fashion sense.

You sigh, knowing being in the SMP will be hard. Who ever would have thought your application would have worked? And you were constantly getting more followers on every social media platform you have. People were interested to see who you were.

But there were also new haters arising out of nowhere, who didn't necessarily like you. But you kind of had to accept the fact that not everybody was going to like you.

You try and fail to grab your phone from the top shelf you put it on to hold yourself off from being on it til 4 am. It had worked, you weren't on your phone til 4 am. You were awake until five, having anxiety that you missed something online. Your sleep schedule wasn't really a schedule, more of a "I go to sleep when I feel like it" type of thing.

Your phone is still up there, on that shelf, and you really wish you were taller, but you're very short for your age. People always assume you're an undersized teenager, and you're tired of it. Being 5' 2" isn't exactly the best thing, especially for circumstances like this. You sigh again, and go grab a ladder, before realizing you're almost late to the meet-up.

You quickly stumble over the ladder and grab your phone, and bolt out the door. You hop in your car, and anxiously try to start it.

Notifications are dinging like crazy on your phone, but you try to ignore it as you turn onto the interstate. You're so tired, and it probably shows through your makeup, but you don't care at this point, you just want to go meet the SMP in real life, something you've secretly been dying to do since you heard of them a couple years back. The light turns green, and you drive along the road, regretting scheduling this meetup for so early.

End of chapter one? Did you guys enjoy? I hope. Bye, and next chapter! ~Cloudy