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"Stop controling me kaden! I have my own mind and feelings!". - zue monterial

Cassidy Avery Hastings never expected that her amateur novel would be famous- or would be even read at all on Wattpad. She never expected to be like one of those authors whose published books would eventually turn out to be a top-grossing film. She wasn't "classy" she was just "plain Cassy". She had no "class", therefore, she could never write anything as good as those Classic novels she's read in English Literature, or for leisure. So why the hell, or maybe just on earth, would a world-famous prominent family want to direct and produce a film based on her book? Especially if it was it was starring their son, Adrian Drew Caster... Hollywood's notorious bad boy. *On hold and editing, but still occasionally writing* I couldn't abandon this story, so I'm writing drafts of all the chapters, and thinking of a clear and definite plot line first before posting regularly again. I know how it ends, but I need to sort out the events in between to keep it interesting and to avoid confusion. So please don't read if you're not up for excruciatingly long updates. Thank you!

Dictionary Lorrain-English

I knew Angie. She was my only friend. My best friend, & I know what happened. Cause I was there. I almost cry trying not to think about what happened, & I think it's time I explain it to everybody. I walk slowly out of my room into the living room. Everyone has frowns on their faces. I sit down sadly. "I'll tell you guys what happened. On one condition." I say dumbly. Their frowns turn into smiles. Then they look confused. "You help me pull the murderer out of my dreams. Like Freddy Krueger." I add. They look at each other and nod. I smile and look down at my feet. "Let's fucking do this." I smirk creepily.