Craved hatred

One

'A sign isn't a ticket,
So Don't chase your dreams,
Life is what you make it,
Even if you have to go to the extremes"

The brunette took the paper and rolled it up and threw it with all the rest of the notes and stupid poems she had put together.

She wasn't much of a poet, but her manager said that if she learned a bit of poetry then words should flood her mind like a kid fleeing to open their presents on Christmas Day.

The brunette had wrote 4 'poems' and none of them was as good enough as she thought.

As said before the brunette wasn't really into the whole poetry thing and most say you can't just become a poet but you have to be born it. The tall girl took out a piece of paper and started to write her next line.

"JOSETTE!" The brunette girl groan and stamped her pencil down and got up from her chair.

Josette took a deep breath "I'M COMING MOM!" Josette yelled from her room.

Josette saltzman, also known as Josie, was an inspiring all talent straight 'A' student back in college and in high school.

The brunette girl wanted to work on her writing career and she only took those specific classes in college for that exact reason, but you can't really do that when she has no fucking idea what to write. The tall girl barely had a plot which is driving her insane.

"Hey mom" Josie pressed her lips together as she walked into the kitchen

The girls mother smiled at her "good morning Josette, I just wanted to let you know that your father is going to be moving down here so he can be closer to you especially when I go back on my trip" Josie mother ranted on

"Listen mom.. I could careless about dad moving back down here, I'm a grown women, and this is my home and my life so let me live it" Josie groaned

The being unable to write was messing with her attitude and she was taking it out on her mother for no reason.

"I'm sorry mom, I'm just stressed about the book" Josie admits

"It's not going so well is it?" Caroline asked

Josie shook her head.

Josie shook her head. "Don't worry, it'll get better" Caroline assured as Josie just nodded and walked up.

Caroline then took out her phone and texted the group.

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Hope mikaelson. A writing. Former artist.
She was sitting here trying to put a face to the piece she was writing.

She had been talking with her agent and her agent had told her that she would only need to draft out the first 3 chapters if she wanted to be sent to the national committee of writing society.

The auburn haired girl had been up for over 18 hours and she still didn't know how to write anything that brings tension to her writing.

"Her lips tasted like strawberry chapstick"

Hope couldn't seem to focus on her writing. All she could think about was stuff that made her horny. She tried coming up with the sexiest things but ended up horny, all over again.