Ten Days, Ten Pounds

Ten Days, Ten Pounds

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"You know how, in 'Eat, Pray, Love,' 'Under the Tuscan Sun,' 'An Italian Affair' and all those other memoirs? Women go to Italy to put their lives back together." I said this to Jenny over our first gourmet Mac and Cheese planning meeting. "Well, let's go and have a delicious time because there is nothing wrong. Because we are happy with our lives, well-loved, and healthy." "Let's make it our plan," said Jenny, "to stuff our eyes with art, and our bodies with good food. Let's gain ten pounds." "It's a deal," I said. "Ten days, ten pounds" ----------- Thank you to my thousand readers-or peekers-who checked out my memoir-in-progress. Wattpad was a wonderful trial platform to expand on the misadventures first recorded in the blog, http://kristenandjennygotoitaly.com, which is still up and you are welcome to take a peek. I'm taking this draft down and polishing it from a solid midway draft into a delicious and memorable read about the unexpected feelings, brushes with death, and awakenings that unfold when you think you've got life figured out. If you like horses and hiking, pasta and paintings, shoes and shopping, fantasy and friendship, please 'like' the book on Facebook @10D10P. There, you can learn more about the characters (real people) and the beauty we value, listen to sample chapters, and follow my journey to publication. And sometime, if you've got a bottle of prosecco open, you might tune in to the Ten Days, Ten Pounds playlist on Spotify and imagine yourself walking cobbled streets with a best friend. www.tinyurl.com/10D10Pmusic All rights reserved.
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Note: They are humans instead of animals. Sorry to anyone who thought it would be like beastars or like we got teleported to their world. This is a reader insert and they are all human. Will include swears, triggering/disturbing tropics, might have some heated moments. Read at your discretion. I don't own any of the characters or songs used in the story. Any songs that I say belongs to the reader is just for the story. All rights to the songs and characters (expect y/n) go to the rightful owners. Also this story was inspired by @OneArtsyGamer03 ,please go check out her stories since they are amazing. This is my original story but there are some similarities to her's, so please go show her stories some love because she definitely deserves it. Runawaying from Redshore city wasn't my plan but I felt trapped in that city. You never could make it unless you had connections or were from a famous family and that's not how I wanted it to go. I love to sing and my best friend got me into dance. Now I love going with the flow and letting the music take over my body. I ran away from my home with nothing but my skateboard, guitar and a back full with anything I could shove inside of it. Now I live in a studio apartment, making my own songs with choreography for them and casually posting the audio of the song or the actual dance video on the internet because why not. I work at a skate shop to help pay my bills and to stay out of trouble with the police since I've gotten in trouble with them a couple of times for street performing without a license. But like my best friend used to say, "You're only in trouble if you get caught" and I never did, so now I just chat up with them to pass some time or to help someone. When I heard of a singing competition I thought it couldn't hurt. I mean I might be able to win a nice prize and get some more publicity for my music, which was more important to me then some cash prize but it would be nice.

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