NEVER EVER (Charlotte's story)

Chapter 1: Never Ever!

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Charlotte Thorne, going-to-be twenty-four years old, weight equals fifty-seven kilograms, height is basically 5'4 ft. (165 cm). Yep, that's the "plain-nee" person I am.

I was never really the attractive fellow to begin with.

Being shy by nature, having been raised in a conservative, humble household, and having had my mom lecture me about virtue and purety as God is watching me, I was never really your wild or hot type. I ended up having my first sneaky kiss at fifteen, felt very guilty about it after the boy broke up with me, and chose to stick to what my simple mind chose to live in: fairy tales, and the pure everlasting love.

I had finished my bachelor in Business Administration with a double minor in Economics and Sociology Studies a month ago, and had plans to apply for graduate studies through aquiring some scholarship.

Although I'd managed to secure an undergraduate university scholarship in the business domain because it seemed most practical and was the most funded in terms of departments, working in the corporate world was never really my plan. Nope, I knew my bashful and relatively introverted personality would never fit me in the business world. Who was I kidding?

And so I had planned to pursue graduate studies and possibly become a professor at some reputable university, where my interaction with humans would be less stressful than conducting contracts and sealing deals, and my relationship to them would be more on the humane side, somehow feeding into my sociology minor.

Oh and... maybe there, I had also planned, I'd meet a fellow professor with a mentality similar to mine. He'd be a believer in the aesthetic nature of love like me... We'd have that spark, fall slowly, yet deeply in love, and possibly confess to each other in the most shakesperean way possible.

Yep, believe it or not, I really had my life planned out.

...

Hold on a minute.

I think I heard a chuckle.

Was that fate?

Probably yes.

It was fate, laughing at my so-called planned out life.

Because here's the twist.

The going-to-be twenty-one year-old me took an ultimate decision today.

And one that threw my so-called, planned-out life down the drain...

What, you might ask, triggered such a decision?

Well, the answer is that it seems it took fate some time to realize I deserved some kind of slap to awake me from my childish fairy tale.

The slap was hard, and unexpected, but it did some good impact, I'll admit. After the incident today, a new me emerged out of the blues, with a brand new decision.

Tears flooded out of my eyes as I recalled today's very outstanding... revelation.

Theodore, my eleven year-old younger brother, was still at school, and I was in my room reading a book and listening to soft music.

Yes, this is ─was my life pretty much.

Music and reading, with some other cliché minimalistic stuff. I believe I mentioned I am your plain fellow.