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The beginning of a story that goes VERY wrong.

*Just saying idk how to write a real book so this is probably inaccurate.*

OPAL'S POV

I had just finished writing the last crime scene of my book, I already had the last chapters done and this was the last thing I needed to write.

What happened was that the serial killer, which I had named James, had just done his most gruesome murder of all. I made it descriptive too! Anyway, he killed a mother and a father and dismembered them, then he hid them in a water tower.

I truly loved writing these novels. It let me emerge myself in my made-up stories in my head.

Oh! I just realized I didn't really introduce myself! I'm Opalite Eclipse, a part time writer! I worked part time doing what I loved, and the other part working at my friend Milo's café. I loved blue, tornadoes, and Bonnie and Clyde! I had always romanticized them a little bit, I knew they weren't good people, but I had always wanted a passion-filled love like theirs.

One thing about me is that even though I loved them, I could never commit a crime. I was very conservative and had never truly lived. I hadn't even had more than one boyfriend. I had also never drank or smoked. My friend Milo, on the other hand, had been with many men and wanted to drink and smoke, but one thing about our country is that alcohol and tobacco are out-lawed.&

She had always tried to get me to live, saying that all I did was survive, not live. I can't believe her! I was living, just not doing what she was doing. Me and James were fine. In fact, he had just proposed! I didn't matter that he didn't have enough to use a ring and had only used a rose, he still tried for me.

I had been with him since I was 14, now I was 18. I used to do school but ever since our countries economics crashed I had to quit and find a job. I was lucky Milo had let go of one of her waitresses so I could fill her spot. I thought I was wrong but she convinced me it was needed.

Anyway, ever since the countries stock market crashed and I started writing and being a waitress, it seemed all the crimes in my books were coming true.

*Back To The Story*

I listened as my mom yelled my name, still blinking my weary eyes as my little sister, Rosey, shook me. I wondered if my older brother, Victor, had gone to work yet. Just when I thought Rosie was done, her twin, Jeremy, jumped on me.

"Jeremy, get off! I yelled at my seven-year old brother.

"Opie! Opie!" He yelled back, his adorable nickname for me becoming annoying with the pain.

I shoved him off if me and walked into the kitchen.