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Chapter One.

(Welcome. :3 this is my first(-ish) story and I'll try my hardest to make it a pretty good one. Hope you enjoy! Also is in a female pov sorry :3)
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   Your eyes slowly fluttered open, looking up at the clock next to your bed. 

3:46
  

Sighing, you let your tired eyes slowly glance around the dark room, which soon  came into focus, allowing you to see a little bit clearer. Trying, but failing, to close your eyes, you realized you wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, and carefully sat up in your  messy bed. Slipping on your torn bunny slippers, you sat up and trudged your way to the bathroom to... "Do your business."

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You fell asleep on the toilet.
  

When you woke, and realized where you were, you slowly pulled your pants up and washed your hands. (Yes you flushed the toilet... Maybe)
   Walking back into the room and flopping on the bed, you looked over to the clock once more.

4:16

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Shit.
   Groaning, you grabbed the corner of the blanket and rolled into a tired lil burrito and slept, this time until the sun was peeking over the horizon.
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Time skip to after you get ready for work
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Shoving the almost burnt toast down your throat along with a "generous" amount of butter, (And by generous I mean half the goddamn container. ;3) You half walked, half ran to your car, dangerously balancing a stack of papers, a laptop, and your own body weight, while also trying to unlock the car with the keys. After twisting into a very awkward position in order not to drop anything, you heard the obvious "click" of the car unlocking. Throwing the door open, you tossed (threw) your items into the passenger seat. After taking a second to relax and catch your breath, you grabbed your keys and started your car, putting it into reverse, backing out, and driving your mile long commute to work.
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Time skip to you getting to your job brought to you by my friend "Discount Ed Sheeran"
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You walked through the door to the book writing company (?) you worked at. It was homey to say the least, and you met a lot of people there. Like one of your best friends, William, who kinda creeped you out sometimes, but he was nice, and he bought you donuts. You were 95% sure he was a druggie but like... Donuts man. Speaking of the devil, you saw your red headed friend skid down the hallway, before crashing into a wall and falling on the floor. Giggling,  you walked over to him and offered your hand to lift him up.

"No no nonono dude I got it man."  He claimed, while pushing himself into a sitting position. You crossed your arms in doubt as he pushed himself off the floor, using the wall as aid. When he succeeded in up righting himself, he did a small 'jazz hands' motion.

"Tada." He exclamed, dragging out the "a" a bit. "I told you I could do it."

You grinned. "Yea yea you are a strong independent young lady who don't need no man, we know. Now where my donuts fool?" You asked, half jokingly, before putting your arm around his shoulder and walking to your office where you worked together. You knew each other for a while I guess. This place was basically your second home. It smelled of ink and creativity.  (The best smell in the world in my opinion) Anything could happen here. You could build your own world, your own people, at the touch of a finger. That's probably why you liked it so much. You can do anything. Be anything.(author-chan is getting personal oops)
 

After waving to your few coworkers, you plopped your butt into the seat and pulled out your laptop. You smiled as the screen lit up and revealed a picture you took with your old puppy Sylvia on your trip to Hawaii. Sigh. Good times. After typing out your password, you opened up your email to see if your boss had any new assignments for you.

  "MMHhM."

You looked up to see William handing you a bag of donut holes  from (enter donut store here) and a small coffee. His cheeked were stuffed like a chipmunks due to the rather large amount of donut holes stuffed into his face.

"MmMh." He muffled, shaking the bag in your face.

"Thanks hun." You chuckled, grabbing the bag and stuffing a donut in your face. Mmm. Glazed.   Focusing your attention back to your laptop, you scrolled through the spam, and clicked on the most recent email from your boss. Stuffing another donut into your mouth, you skimmed through the email. It basically  said what it always did, "Write a story and make it good."  You hummed, racking your mind for an idea to write about. You Just started the job a few months ago, and you've only written one children's book. Something about a dog maybe. You can't remember.  No pay attention Y/N you got a book to write. After staring into space for a few more minutes, you realized you had serious writing block. (so does author-chan don't worry :'3)
You sat back in your swivel chair and looked up to the ceiling.

"Hey. You alright?" Asked Kaleb, your other Co worker.

"Yea." You smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

   "You've been staring at the ceiling for the past hour. I thought you fell asleep." He replied, shrugging and sitting on your desk next to you.

"Oh..." You paused.

  "Welp. You look pretty busy so I'll leave you too your lonesome." He said, turning on his heel and walking back to his desk. You just hummed and went back to doing NOTHING until your shift ended. I mean, you were thinking of ideas and all, but like, nothing came to mind. You decided you were going to sleep on it, you might get an idea while you were sleeping.
You packed up your stuff, waved bye to your Co workers, and drove back to youre house.
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END OF CHAPTER 1

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Hi uh author Chan here I know the story kinda cut off randomly but I had no new ideas and I didn't want to start the idea for the second chapter now ya know? So yea I'll start writing that and you may expect that around next week or sooner depending on how lazy I'm feeling. Hope you like it!!!
Author Chan out
*Drops mic*