"I always dreamt of being a popular person- even just in my social media accounts.
Maybe because, a lot of people ignored me for being a nobody.
A lot of people told me, that I don't deserve to know or to be friends with someone because they are simply a campus crush.
A lot of people ignored my messages, my friend requests, but what hurts me is to hear them degrade me just because of a popularity state.
To hear them say 'you think he'll like you when he sees you' has a very large impact on my chest and on my self esteem.
I spent the whole years of my life wandering about the magic of the universe, the nostalgic galumaxia I used to imagine before, the constellations that never settled for me no matter how many stars I counted. I never witnessed a meteor shower in my life but the cosmos, the wonders of the void, it gives my curiosity a whole new level of experience.
And here I am. Trying my last resort- writing. I know I still lack those writing skills that famous authors had, but I promise to give you a roller coaster ride as you flip the pages."I read aloud my draft I've been gaggling about for a week.
For a writer that has no experience, it's harder than math, you know.
Writing a story isn't as simple as creating a sentence that goes like: "Anna danced gracefully."
It includes researching, may it be fiction or not.
Ideas, opinions, not just from your own perspectives.
You need to consider the thought of the reader.
Will it be a happy ending?
A cliff hanger?
Will it take a few chapters? Or a bunch of series?
Is it boring? Is it life changing? Ugh.
Maybe writers were also heroes, they teleports, they create a whole new world for the readers.
They also teach.
They can make you cry, they can make you laugh, they can make you feel inlove just by reading their works.
Now tell me! Is it easy to be one?
Bah!
I can't even think of a scenario or a character's name!
I pulled a fist size of my hair.
"You don't need to be so violent about it."
My sister, Margarette, barged in to my room.
"So you don't need to knock either?"
I came back at her sentence.
"Whatever, dress yourself up."
I can't even lift a finger and yet she wants me to fix myself? How ridiculous!
"Do I look terrible?"
I didn't bother to look at her while asking.
"Yes, you do. You'll be late for the wedding my goodness!"
"Get out, retard"
I replied to her as I opened the bathroom door.
I simply wore a sweatshirt and a jogger, same thing with my sneakers.
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The photoshoot was unbearable, it took me a couple of hours doing nothing but awkwardness. They made me wore a dress and they puffed a heavy make up on me!
It made me frustrated.
Good thing they give free canapés here.
I opened my phone and started writing but none of it passed my taste and I found it boring. What more to the readers? I quickly deleted the 3 chapters and now I was back to the prologue.
I work in a printing press company and ever since, I became anxious to everything I write.
Especially that my "boss" kept insisting that I should go on a 'happy ending' because it is what the readers like.
Well, It is indeed my job to entertain the readers, BUT giving them a false hope in this world full of mess? It's a BIG NO for me!
Humans out there, making you fall inlove out of nowhere and then what?!- they just leave you alone in the end.
So why bother?
Actually the printing press company was all in my mind, I am just imagining things to feel a little bit professional, you know.
Same thing with the "boss""Happy endings aren't true"
"So make it possible even just for a book"
A random person replied to me, in which in return, I gave with a suspicious look.
Well,
'it may be risky but it will always be worth it'
That's how I entitled my
"Chapter One"
YOU ARE READING
The Cosmic Upgrade
General FictionI had a lot of pending stories on my drafts, the ones I never finished, The ones I never started, and the one that gave me the courage to click the 'publish' button.