I just want to take a moment and pause in the story to say THANK YOU!!!! to all my readers. You really keep me going. I never thought I would get this many views, based on how few views my other stories got. It was my goal in my American Literature class to get a book going and write a little bit every day so I could become a better writer. At first I ignored the goal, thinking about blowing it off, but then I got bored at a Jazz Festival show thing my sister was playing in and decided to just write. I decided just for kicks to add it to Wattpad and now I’m sucked in to writing this because of you guys. I am so thankful you are there and reading this! Every day when I log onto my Wattpad and see that I have gotten a couple more reads, it make my heart all warm and happy. Thank you all so much and I love you all. Every single one of you. Even if I don’t know who you are. Any of you could be my next door neighbor or on the other side of the world. My best friend or a total stranger I have never even seen before. You could be 10 years old or 80 years old. A man or a woman. Someone who is thin or… not-so-thin. Have blonde, brunette, red, or any-color-dyed-hair. Bumpy or smooth skin. Be constantly sick or have never been sick in your life. Be in hospital and bedridden or constantly on the move. A star VIP athlete or a couch potato. Rich or poor. Walking everywhere you go or in a wheelchair. You could be a nerd/geek, prep, athlete, jock, player. You could be smart or not-so-smart. Could be a star musician or absolutely hate music. You could be in school or graduated. Could have no education or a bachelor’s degree. Gone/going to a community college or graduated/going to Harvard. Have a 1.00 GPA or a 6.00 GPA. Be the most beautiful/handsome person in the work place or school, or the ugliest person there (Only you think so. Because, really, you are beautiful. No matter what you think. In my opinion, every single person in the world is the most beautiful person in the world, regardless of what they look like.) Love to eat all the time or absolutely hate the thought of food. Be a sprinter or a distance runner. Hate school or love school. Have tons of friends or have only one or two. Hate me/everybody or love me/everybody. Hate my writing or love it. Be super nice or just a meany pants to everyone. Have a family or not have one. You could be a serial killer or cry whenever you have to kill an annoying mosquito. Have a home or living out in the street, using a library or a friend’s computer to read this.
No matter who you are, no matter what faults and talents you have, you are loved. If not by anyone you know, you are loved by me, a total stranger (even if you think its a little creepy) just for loving my book and keeping me going. Thank you all so very much. Much love, and keep reading!
This is where you have the opportunity to post whatever you want. How much you hate me, how much you love me. Heck, even marriage proposals. Or death threats. That works too. (Those will be ignored and not taken seriously at all, and I would kindly ask that you do not) Or just some constructive criticism. Tell me what you want to happen or what you wish hadn’t happened. Should I bring another main character into the story? Tell it from another person’s point of view? Switch between Esther’s POV or someone else’s?
I love you all to pieces. Thank you all so much for making me so happy. Have a wonderful day and please leave a comment and maybe vote! :)
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