Parlously Basorexia

1. The Daffodil

Brr!! Brr!!!

She opened her eyes, meeting against the celling of her room, "Who in the fuck is that right now!", shouting with a horsed voice that sounds like a dying seagull. She turned herself around towards her left, reached her arm towards it, slamming her palm against the vibrating phone that wouldn't stop shaking the entire table. She grabbed it swiping the button of the screen in annoyance. She dragged herself up to seat, feeling the anger burning on her chest, the pressure beating her head out, as if they will pop open like a present for whoever disturbed her beauty sleep.

"Vanya!! Took you a while too answer!!"

"Haha took me a while to answer??" , she smiled trying to keep herself sane, as her right eyes twitching holding her desire of torturing the man over the phone, "Did you even see the time?? What time do you think is it now??"

"Yeah I know! But this is emergency!" , she sigh looking towards the table beside her, the clock that was displayed there like those object in the museums. It was 5:30am!!

"What's your emergency at 5:30 A-M, huh??", after she asked this question, she could hear laughs coming over the phone, quite demonic as if he was plotting something, or may have plotted already. "Listen! Your first season of the book was amazing! It went so good that sales have peaked through the roofs!! ". Vanya rolled her eyes listening to the bullshit her manager was saying, "And? I know that myself as well? What's your point? "

"You're working on season 2 right? "

"Yeah...? ", Vanya paused as her instincts started kicking that the next sentence he may say will blow her off. "You will be publishing the second season faster than usual then, you will have to publish it by the end of this year"

"..."

The more her manager spoke, the more she felt the heating burning up to her ear, "Then we can start a new-"

"MARCO SHUT THE FUCK UP"

"WHAT?!"

"I AM NOT DOING THIS! I DON'T JUST MAKE STORIES!! I STUDY AS WELL FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!"

"Yeah yeah, study study!! You're doing so well!! You can ditch that and continue with this career-"

"Marco, when I catch you, you will be dead!" , Vanya shouted, "Well too bad, everyone agreed on it!! Too bad!!"

"MARCO-"

Bip!

She froze when she realised there was no sound coming through her phone. "This bitch... He did not just hang up on m? Did he?!!" , she looked at her phone, "Fuck this!" , she threw her phone on the bed out of frustration. Dragging her zombified self towards the toilet to get freshened her life up for another long day that her dear manager prepared.

...

She sat on the chair, turning her laptop, her screen displaying the document where she is writing the second season of her book. This book was quite basic, but somehow it did good. God knows how. The first season started with...

A kingdom that has went into ruins, the prince of the kingdom disappeared after the incident. The enemy that ruined the prince's kingdom raised up. They started to be well known to many different kingdoms and countries. Their power influenced everywhere and everyone. They were what you would call power. Until the late king died and his elder son, Theo took the throne, at the age of 15.

He grew up with the kingdom's age of richness, that increased each time. Until the people of the kingdom started to stand on their own one by one with proudness of their own country, and the news of the new King rising the kingdom even higher than the previous, spread like a wild fire reaching up to the young king who then became 27.