A Hidden Storm

Prologue

Age 13: November 2017

Wrapping my sheet around my body, I stared at the ceiling. It was early in the day, and I didn't really have anything better to do than lay in bed and day dream.

'I wonder what'll happen to Wyatt. Will he be with Roman or not?' I thought, recalling about the book that I read; fleeting love by HecDaevis.

Different type of scenarios filled my head as I continue to wonder about them. They were just a book, a random fiction to most people, but to me, I can't help but think it is true. That it was based on main events, despite knowing how ridiculous that is.

'When will I start to write my own book? I have been on Wattpad for four months now, but still haven't publish any of my book.' I frowned, looking at my bedside table.

'Do I really want to publish those garbage? NO. That's not going to work. No one will ever want to read trash from me.' Thoughts like this entered my brain, allowing me to sink back to bed.

I closed my eyes, "Why can't I be brave?"

It was just a murmur but it bounced back to my ear loudly like I had just screamed it. This is perhaps because of the lack of furniture in my bedroom, or because I did indeed said that loudly.

Judging by the way there were no people checking in on me, I think it was just because of the lack of furniture.

'So..what shall I publish? The science fiction one? The romance? WHAT?!' I heard myself asking.

A thought made my body freezes, 'Why don't you just give up? This whole publishing things are useless. You're stressing yourself up. So, how about you delete the app and carry on your normal life?'

'But I love to read and write. I can't give up!' I yelled in my head,  grabbing my sheet and forcing it to cover my whole body.

'So you want to live like this? Be stress, no fun and be awkward?'

I didn't reply. I know the answer by heart, so I don't need to reply that. I really hate this, the thoughts and crazziness of myself. To be exactly truthful, I hate myself.

Sighing, I stand up and open my locked door before walking to my parent's room. There were no one there beside my brother, Marcus Bloom, who was playing Dragon nest.

It seems like he sense my presense because he said, "Yo, Wendy! How's it going?"

"Fine?" I ask, looking at him in question.

He didn't answer, so I headed to the bedside table and stare at my mother's phone. It was just laying there, not being use and is fully charged.

'Why not? ' I ask myself.

'You're making a big mistake.' The usual thought.

Slowly, I reached for it and unplug the charger. After that, I walked out, log in on Facebook, before logging in on Wattpad.

Risky.

I don't have a phone, because I don't like asking my parents to buy me things normal people would ask for. I prefer saving money, and I had saved $480 right now, though Mom is still busy so we don't have time for buying a phone.

"Is this worth it?" I voiced out without thinking.

Luckily, no one was around. Once I had log in, I ran back to my room.

'Okay, Wendy. You,can do this!' I encourage myself.

My pointer finger swiftly made its way to the pencil button, and it open up to the latest draft book I know I would not finish writing. Below that, there was a 'Create a new story' and I clicked it.

'Familiar.'

Then, there was a blue-green rectangular box on the left and also some text on the right.

STORY TITLE:_________

STORY DESCRIPTION:________

Hmm...what do I want to write about? Romance? Cliche. Science fiction? No idea. Horror? Seriously, no. Humor? I don't have one.

'Won't it be good to write about yourself first before writting about other books?'  A sarcastic thought popped in my head.

'Actually, that's a great idea!' I smiled.

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STORY TITLE: A Hidden Storm.

__________

'What makes a great story description?' I asked myself.

__________

STORY DESCRIPTION: There are lots of good books out there. Each of them has to be made by at least someone.

That's right, the author.

Despite the nice creative story made by them, have you ever wonder what the author does for a life? They are not robot, so they got to have something in their lives other than writting and reading.

One of the author that are really useless, is Wendy Bloom. Who is she really? Is she just another socially awkward kid who gets embarrassed by everything? Or is she the creepy girl who summoned the devils? Who knows?

Follow this dull girl who lacks sense of humor through her depressing life.

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I reread the description, before a smile crept my face, 'Let's show the world who's boss? Not me though.'

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Howdy cow!! Hold your horses, people. Okay, breathe in, breathe out.

Good.

Anyways, this prologue explains why I wanted to make this book on the first place. If you still don't get it..well, I just want to write..?

And no, I don't summon the devil. Seriously, that's ridiculous..or is it?? Okay, no, i really don't summon the devil. That's just creepy!

Geez.

Now, how about you all clam up and put your thoughts in the comments or below.

Comments:_____________

Oh, and starting on Chapter 1, my age will decreased to 12 years old. Heelppp!! Just kidding, but the age is true though. I won't be 13 until at least a couple of chapters.

Lots of hearts,

~Candyswirlish 🌸