Hello. I'm Alex. I'm whatever age you want me to be and whatever gender suits you. What about you?
That's a LOVELY name (unless it's Alex because I don't want to seem vain but it's still a a nice name)
I'm sorry am I coming on too strong? I didn't mean to. You have really nice eyes by the way. They're very pretty.
I guess you want to know what I'm doing here, talking to you? That'll come don't you worry. I'm just her, at the moment, to make you happy, and to be your friend.
I guess every story has to have an adventure and (a) main character(s)
So that can be us. I've planned out our adventure already. But I think we're almost ready.
Imagine you're in your front room. (even if you already are just pretend you're not reading this and act as in you're in your front room) and you live alone in a little rented house. You have a massive bookcase full of books, some of which you've read countless times, some you wish to read and the others, there to fill the spaces. You don't have many friends and your parents live a long way away. It's Sunday, May the whatever-th/st/nd/rd and you're alone.
So you are surprpised when there is a knock at the door.
You think it may be a charity person, but they don't come here much. Your friends are all at church (all 3 of them) and your parents are on holiday. Perhaps, you think, it's the post. Then you remind yourself that there is no post on Sundays. You laugh for a minute, remembering that the first Harry Potter book is somewhere on your shelves, in it are the presise words that you just thought to yourself.
You think that maybe it's a family member, come to visit, but they're all somewhere on the other side of the world, sunbathing or skiing.
It must be a chsrity person, you decide and you start to walk towards the door.
There is another knock.
"Coming" you cry out.
You open the door.
It's me.
"Hello, I'm Alex. " I say waving frantically.
You tell me your name and wave back.
I tell you, "I was reading a book and you're in it, you're my favourite character actually"
You look shocked. "How is that possible?" you ask me
I laugh "It just is, and I know how it ends and I think I might be able to change it, come with me"
You do as I say, which is nice because forcing you wouldn't be very nice.]]
I'm just going to say that the book you are in is not available in the present day, for whatever reason. I also hate to spoil it and say that at the end of it you die a horrible death, but don't worry, I chaned that. Otherwise you wouldn't be reading it.
I'd also like to say that I am an irrelevant character in one of the books that is in your massive bookcase collection for "decoration".
I'm not annoyed by that though. It's an awful story.
I guess I'm being very friendly at the moment. I'm not usually like this. If I didn't like you I would probably not have come to help you. I would have gone on my daily business.
What that is is none of YOUR business.
Maybe you'll find out later.
But anyway
You come along with me and we start the adventure.
I'm very excited you see.
I just hope it goes to plan
