Stories I Will Never Write

Wattpad Boy

Summary

Katheryne always stayed in her room. She was never interested in Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or anything like that at all. Her sole passion was writing. Words flowed from her pencil like silk. Thousands of stories flooded her brain until she decided to venture out into the world.

Wattpad, the interactive website where millions of people write and read stories. Katheryne's heaven. She posts one story, then another, and another.

One boy is faithful to read, comment, and vote on every single one. He has nothing bad to say. Their relationship builds as Katheryne becomes more bold in the world.

But when the time comes for her to find out who he truly is, will their relationship stay, or will it die?

1. Wattpad

I take a deep breath and tap the screen of my phone. A bar appears as the app downloads. A few seconds later, I open it. I have to make a username. What do I want people to know me as? I type "endless_writer16". Now I need a password. My password for everything is M0fn0t, so I use that. It asks for my email too. I just recently got an email. I was that weird sixteen-year-old with no email. I type "locawritergurl@gmail.com".

I use a fake name, Karta Huckle. I say my age is sixteen, that I was born on April seventh in 1999. Do they make these things public? The birth date is fake as well because I don't want anyone knowing who I am.

And I'm in. It was that easy.

Now what do I do? I touch random icons on the screen and discover that my library is empty, my profile is empty, and my works are empty. I guess I'll go to my profile. I can have a description about myself? Do I have to?

Yes, Katheryne, you have to.

I love writing. I write a lot. Writing is my life. I like pink and dogs, but not pink dogs. My favorite books include all of Charles Dickens' works and actually pretty much every book they make you read in English class. All the old ones. There are some newer books I like as well, but not as much.

I stop there because I feel like it sounds too weird. Nobody really reads those things, right? I choose a random picture of a dog from my phone for the background and another cute puppy for my profile picture.

Now what do I do? I guess I start writing. Should I do a story I've already written, or start a new one?

The button literally says "create new story", so I'll do that.

I take a deep breath again. I know what story I want to put on here. It's one I've been meaning to write for a while. I type the title, The Diamond Feather. Then I start the description. It's bad and on-the-spot, but I can change it later. I actually made a cover for this story a week ago on my phone for fun. The edge gets cut off a little. I'll have to fix that.

Then I start writing. I lay back on my bed and let my fingers fly free. I start the story with my main character, Princess Dynthia. She's the prissy kind of princess who doesn't like to get her hands dirty, but not stuck-up or anything. It may be the stereotype idea that her mother is dying and gives her a special object, but whatever. It's not like it has to be professional, right? Her mother dies in the first chapter. Once I've finished, I proofread it.

Then my finger hovers over the "publish" button for three minutes until I get the nerve to touch the screen.

Now it asks me if I want to confirm it. I wait another two minutes before closing my eyes and tapping the phone. It asks me if I want to share it. I almost laugh. Facebook? Twitter? I don't even know the definition of a tweet, much less a hashtag.

I guess I could look for stories or people. Stories. I don't want to meet anyone.

I was going to have the boy be someone from school, like one of the popular boys. Just saying.