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A/N:
I don't even know what I was thinking when making this.
I was probably high on iced tea again *\(^o^)/*
Anyways, enjoy <3
It might take a while for me to update, so sorry ヽ(；▽；)ノ
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-prologue start-
A young girl sits on her chair, facing her computer. She starts her computer and opens up chrome once she's on.
"Lord, please, let there be an update...." She pleads as she pushes up her glasses and types in words quickly..... Then clicks the enter button.
This young woman of the age of 18 was named Vianna Ellis- the usual girl with the most weirdest romantic fantasies. She doesn't know why, but she is totally in love with reading fanfictions, and just longs to be in their world- a world where in anything can be possible.
Once she got in the usual site she goes to when hunting for fanfictions, she signs in on her account and checks her bookmarks to see if the so called 'fanfic' she was looking for was already updated. She tries not to scream when she sees that there is a new chapter.
"Mmmhhpppff!!!!!!" Is the only thing she manages to say before she clicks the title of the fanfiction and starts reading the update. As she reads, her eyebrows were knit together in a really frustrated way, in fear of her so called 'otp' getting destroyed slowly in this 'au fanfiction' she was reading. She almost looked like her late mother who was always working for her and her two older and younger siblings.
Honestly, she felt bad about just using the internet all the time instead of working in part-time jobs like her older brother; but hey, she was still young, right? Or maybe she's just making an excuse to make her feel better. Who knows?
She gasps once she reads a part of the sentence, and doesn't know what she's doing until she reads that part over and over again before she squeals almost inhumanely as she covers her eyes. Why, you ask? It's the usual thing people like her do.
After reading the update, she goes back to sleep.
Her digital clock blares the numbers 1am.
She is really going to be late for school tomorrow.
To be specific, her first day of junior high school.
-prologue end-
