The Blood We Shed

Prologue

Hello, fellow reader! :)

Daisy Smart here. I am the main character of this story, but I hate being the center of attention, so I give equal credit to my friends throughout the book. I'm currently sixteen years old and surprised by how far I have come.

Me and my friends share a big journal that our broke asses paid for, and we all took turns writing a few pages in it from when we were all kids and turned each of our designated sections into chapters.

Now please excuse me, while I chat with my beloved, slowass boyfriend. I'm keeping him anonymous, so I don't spoil anything for you. I won't be long! Just wait a couple minutes. Enjoy some homemade brownies while you wait! Time goes by faster when you eat them! Trust me. ;)

~❀~

(Hey, _____...are you seriously texting him again? It's been over an hour! Anyway, was I supposed to censor "asses"?)

(Don't talk about my pookie like that, Daisy! And yes, dumbass! Shit, I cussed...fuck. Well, damn it! Why the hell am I even here? You know what? Just continue, Daisy. We gotta let the reader move on from this stupid prologue. I honestly hate this idea. It's never fun when there is a prologue.)

(Yeah, well, I think prologues are great! And I think the reader is enjoying the story already!)

(Uhh, they haven't got to the story yet. Hold on, petal. Let me look up the definition of prologue for your dumb ass to learn.)

(Okay, nerd...)

(Got it! Here's the definition the internet provided me with: a separate introductory section of a literary or musical work.)

(What exactly are you trying to prove by showing me that? I know what a prologue is. I'm a sophomore.)

(Well, my college application was accepted by Cambridge with some scholarships. Who's the better one here? And I'm trying to prove that this prologue was unnecessary and the reader could just follow along like they are supposed to!)

(What if they need a refresher every once in a while?)

(Are they here for the story or the refresher?)

(...Both?)

(Why am I even dating you?)

(Because I'm your pretty bitch and I love you?)

(Aww, that's why I'm dating you...love you, too, petal. Gtg, ttyl!♥)

(You're too sweet! Well, I have to get back to the "stupid prologue". Ttyl!♥)

Alright, I'm back! I'm so sorry you had to deal with my nerdy boyfriend. I still don't know how I fell for this guy. He's sweet, smart, adorable, charming, funny...alright, I'll stop with my romantic bullshit, so y'all can get to the story. Enjoy!

- Daisy

PS: It's pretty traumatizing and it all started when I was ten, so yeah! Really fun! Don't say I didn't warn you.

Hi everyone! If you aren't familiar with me, I'm thirteen years old and always wanted to be a young author. Please support me if you continue to read this book! I'm sorry if this book isn't good. I'm thinking of publishing this in high school, but I want to see what people on Wattpad think about it. It's your choice on whether or not you want to continue reading this. On the book cover, I put my pseudonym on it, not my real name. I really hope you all like this book! It's still a work in progress on my side, so don't expect me to make it perfect. I only wrote like ten chapters, so forgive me if its messy. Love y'all!

- Sally Delaney