The Last Curator

If you're reading this, know that I am thouroughly embarrased. Truly. The date is February 4th, 2022. I am 15 years old. I wrote this story when I was 11, it is 10,000 words. I rewrote it 3 times- and I only made it to chapter 5/20. So despite it being inherently bad, I love this story and hold it dear to my heart. I love the poor dialogue and plot holes, and how I sound like the most annoying, arogant 11 year old to ever have existed. I have not edited this story since I stopped writing it years ago, not even for grammar errors. This story captures the essence of my childhood. I hope you find it, at the very least, entertaining.