My New BFF

Chapter 1

I stared into the screen, annoyed and angry with myself. I hadn't written a book in two years and my publisher; Rachel Walters has been breathing down my neck about writing a new book hit. I began to type in my computer aggressively and annoyed.

CHAPTER ONE

I DON'T KNOW WHAT WRITE. I AM A TERRIBLE WRITER!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?!?! I AM THE WORST WRITER IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I huffed in defeat as I stared into the computer, staring at my somewhat childish writer's block meltdown and deleted it like it never even happened. I sighed and nodded to myself. You can do this. It is simple. Write a book and Rachel will be happy. I can do this. I will do this. You can do this. You have written books before. It always works out.

My phone rang and I was somewhat relieved at the interruption and looked at my phone.

"Surprise, surprise. It's Rachel." I sighed in defeat, and I answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Have you even started writing your next new hit yet?" I heard Rachel ask. She sounded annoyed and I barely even spoke to her yet.

"I am working on it, Rachel but you will see that new hit very soon." I answered nervously.

"I better," Rachel hissed. "Right now, you are one of the top ten authors today, we have to keep it going while we are still hot. Pretty soon you will be forgotten as a writer, you'll end up being on a D list. I won't hesitate to drop you if you continue to not write and waste my time." Rachel warned through the phone.

"I am close to finishing it." I lied and looked down at the ground.

"I want your book on my desk by next month." Rachel said sternly.

"Oh," I sighed and bit my lip.

"That won't be a problem, will it?"

"No, no, Rachel it's not a problem."

"Very good," I heard Rache's smile. "I have to go so get right on it my shooting star." Rachel said.

"Umm but I have a quick--" I was interrupted by Rachel hanging up on me. "Question." I mumbled softly. Well great.

After I spent two hours trying to write something and failed, my two best friends Jolene Carter and Bree Vasquez came over for dinner. Jolene owned a fashion company while Bree was an actress. Bree's real name was Brianna, but she hated being called that, so everyone just called her Bree. She was a Latina with long brown hair and brown eyes.

Jolene was purposely named after Dolly Parton's Jolene song because her parents were huge Dolly Parton fans and the irony of it was, she was a red head with green eyes.

"Wait you're kidding right?" Joelene asked and laughed.

"No, I'm not," I laughed shaking my head. "Rachel was like, right now, you are one of the top ten authors today, we have to keep it going while we are still hot. Pretty soon you will be forgotten as a writer, you'll end up being on a D list. I won't hesitate to drop you if you continue to not write and waste my time." I mocked and took a sip of my mocha coffee.

"Why do you let her treat you like this, Sabrina?" Bree asked.

"She gets my books published." I sighed.

"So? You need to learn how to stand up for yourself one of these days." Joelene responded and rolled her green eyes.

"Jolene has a point. You are an amazing writer, and she may be all bark but at the end of the day, she can't afford to let you go and she knows it. She is only scaring you." Bree said.

"That Beauty and the Beast inspired romance of yours sold more copies than that one other writer chick who wrote about sparkly vampires." Jolene said.

"You mean Stephanie Meyer and Twilight?" Bree asked.

"I like Twilight though." I said and gave a slow nod.

"Me too." Bree responded.

"My point is, Rachel needs to be put in her place." Jolene responded.

"Thanks guys, I really needed that reassurance, it really means a lot." I said and smiled at them both.

"Of course, bestie." Jolene replied and playfully slapped my arm.

"We have your back, girl." Bree added and smiled warmly at me.