Her loud alarm clock started ringing again. It was time for her to begin another typical day, She wished that her life wouldn't be cliche like everybody's except for the famous people and those who are dead. She wanted to be famous but not an actress or anything, she wants to be an author, she wants to write books that inspire people, but as for now she would stick with being a photographer.
She rummaged through her box under the bed to look for some inspiration before heading off to work to try to find an idea for her book that is surely unlikely to happen. Finally, she saw her old pictures from college, she flipped the picture on the backside and read her friend's letter:
"Dear Summer,
The only thing bright and warm and sweet about you is your name. haha. Friendly reminder: WE SURVIVED HELL AND NOW WE'RE GONNA GO TO REAL LIFE WHICH IS PPROBABLY MORE HELL THAN SCHOOL! xxx~Elise".
"Thanks for the heads up.", she thought flipping her hair out of her face. She made her way to the bathroom and looked at her reflection on the mirror. Her friend was right, the only thing bright about her is her name. Her black hair felt like a wool on her head, except it was straight. Her grey eyes didn't do any improvement, they were pretty, but dark. She was all in the dark shade and the paleness in her skin made her more like a person from asylum minus the mental illness, well kind of.
She showered and changed into her favourite high waisted shorts and adding a 'fancy' look put on her blue silky button up shirt and tucked it in. She had a small car, like the rest of her dark deminor it was black. Driving along she saw a slightly familiar man standing in front of a sleek black Mercedes Benz, that's why you shouldn't waste money on expensive cars she thought.
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Fiery Pages (Benedict Cumberbatch)
FanfictionSummer, the aspiring author wants an inspiration for her book. What book will she write after meeting Benedict Cumberbatch? Cover by: storylinends
