How To Be A Phony Hero

PROLEGOMENON

"They caught me, shit, this is really bad."

"How bad is it from a scale of one to ten?"

"A hundred."

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Gwendolyn Cooper is certainly not a nice person.

With plans of stealing candies from kids, making babies cry and dark hidden secrets, Gwen has never thought of becoming a hero.

Until notoriously and disgustingly nice guy Tempesto aka Isaac Adair comes asking for help after crashing into her house, literally.

Foot injuries, broken bones, and fake toothed smiles are the least of Gwen Cooper's worries, especially when a bigger problem is at hand.

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NOTE:

Hello, how are you?
(It's so typical of me to talk about myself I'm sorry)

Lol, okay. This is my first story on this account. Please take note that I do not have any professional experience in writing,(if you don't count those essays i've wrote for my english subject) so more or less there will be typos and grammatical errors that cannot be avoided, especially since this is a first draft.

There will be swearing in this story, so if you're all morally good, get the heck out. This ain't for you, you person.

Okay, I'm sorry for kicking you out so rudely. But don't read if you aren't comfortable with it. Just drink milk and read Harry Potter, it's way more awesome than my dumb book.

I think that's just what I wanted to say, and if you like this story I AM FRICKING BEGGING YOU TO PRESS THAT VOTE BUTTON. PLEASE. IT'S JUST A MATTER OF ONE PRESS.

Okay so I am going to end this before I seem to be a desperate bitchatcho.

oxox, cal.

ps: prolegomenon sounds like pokémon, huh?

pps: i wanna be the very best, like no one ever was.......

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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