HI. You're probably like, "Why am I reading this?" Well, my friend, I believe the question is, "Why am I NOT reading this?" I'm joking. I have no earthly idea why you're reading this. How did you even get here in the first place? Unless I gave you a link or something, ...wyd. Continue on if you're interested, I don't care. Just don't come crying to me if this is the worst story you've read in your life. ANYHOO, this chapter is called "Me(or should I say MEME?)" and you guessed it, it is about me. Or somewhat about me.
Hi, I'm Delicia, nice to meet you.
(This is the part where we shake hands.)
I'm a freshman in high school (as of right now) and I'm writing this.
You'll learn more about me as I go on with this thingy. You get the point. The reason why I decided to proceed with the idea of writing a book or whatsoever is because it's 12:40 A.M. on a Sunday morning, all of my friends have fell asleep, and I am on my period, therefore I am alone with my feelings (feels for short). Let's just get on with the next chapter shall we?
Pip pip cheerio.
