The Work of a Legacy

Chapter One

Stelara, The Embarrassment Of the Industry

By Tammy Gale

Stelara Ford is nothing more than a wannabe. While mostly unknown, her recent review on 'A Summer's Battle', a film based off of the true events of 1685, has attracted some interest. She is undeniably a remarkable wordsmith; however, this talent is completely wasted. Her sentences are senseless, her opinions nonexistent. Look deeper, and you'll realize that she never reveals her true thoughts on any matter. Stay tuned next week to uncover more truth.

I slam my computer shut and stomp in to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Ellie asks, clearly not caring for a response. While incredibly polite, her dislike for me is clear. The stories people tell you about finding your 'perfect roommate' are lying to you, or at least they've deceived me thus far. I've been through ten. Not a single took a liking to me, which is strange, because I happen to have a sparkling personality.

"I'm going out. Help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge."

I roll my eyes. How kind, considering I'm the one in charge of buying groceries.

Where are all the damn glasses?

Oh, you have got to be kidding me," I mumble, malice lacing every word. Turning around, I see every single one of our dishes, balanced precariously on top of each other in the sink. Dish-washing is Ellie's job.

Racing to unlatch the window, I catch her retreating petite frame walking towards her van.

"GET IN HERE AND DO THE DAMN DISHES!" I scream, causing every head in the lot to turn, including Ellie's.

I see her swear quietly before sulking back in to the building.

After a few minutes, she appears.

"Please do not scream at me like that. You have my phone number. I thought we talked about this."

"You don't pick up fast enough. I don't have time to sit here and argue. You have the dishes, and I have my job to get back to."

"Which one?" She sneers mockingly under her breath as I turn away.

Hours later, I finally have a break. Was working five half-time jobs a smart move on my part? It's gotten me this far, which isn't far enough. Thankfully, God provided me with a mind capable of work. My sisters got beauty and likability. I got my brain, agility, and the ability to stay awake for a long time. I'm awake for about 23/24 hours of the day. It's not enough.

I do freelance reading, I'm a blogger, an author. I'm a fairly famous YouTuber (I make videos helping students understand calculus and other maths.) and a telephone nurse. In all of these fields, I excel. My work as a movie reviewer is different. I have never been able to say the right things. No matter what I do, it's not enough. I listen to the people and I write their opinions, but it's my opinion I need to be writing down.

The problem is, I don't have one. I could care less about films. Tammy Gale is right. I've been able to fool a few readers, but now that Gale has exposed me, people are beginning to see. In all of my reviews, my opinions aren't my own. I either write what I see the majority saying or the opposite, to provoke a reaction, anything to get me noticed.