With trembling fingers, I pressed the phone back to my ear, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I took a shaky breath, barely able to steady my voice as I whispered, "Hello?"
The silence that followed was deafening, thick with a...
Well, hello there! Welcome to the glorious chaos of my brain, now in book form. This is my first attempt at writing something longer than a grocery list, so buckle up for an emotional roller coaster (or maybe more of a bumpy kiddie ride—let's see where this goes).
I should warn you: expect awkward dialogue, plot twists even I didn't see coming, and characters who are definitely not based on people I know in real life (unless you're my friend, in which case...oops).
Also, if you notice any typos, plot holes, or moments where I clearly forgot my own character's eye color, just assume it's part of the charm.
Thanks for joining me on this weird, wonderful adventure—I promise to figure out what I'm doing by, like, chapter 15. Maybe.....(lol)
Enjoy the ride! Or at least, don't fall asleep. ✌️
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-To my coffee, my eternal muse. Without you, none of this would be possible—or readable.
-Also, to the Wi-Fi—may you never leave me in the middle of a good idea.
-To my laptop, who has survived countless late-night typing frenzies, coffee spills, and moments where I threatened to 'throw you out the window'. You stuck with me, and for that, I am grateful. Mostly...
-To procrastination, my most loyal companion. You delayed me every step of the way, but hey, look—we made it. Finally.
-To my bed – where all the best plot twists come... right when I'm about to fall asleep.
-To my friends and family, for pretending to care when I talked about my characters as if they were real people. And for not disowning me when I said, "Just one more edit!" for the hundredth time.
-To autocorrect – for constantly changing "heroic" to "horrific" and adding unwanted plot twists
-To myself – for thinking every idea I have at 2 AM is a literary masterpiece.
-And finally, to whoever's reading this—you're here! You actually made it! Now, buckle up, because it's about to get weird.
