I'm different from everyone I know, actually I am pretty sure I am different from the whole population of the world. I see lines. I know what you're thinking - what is this nutter going on about- but they aren't ordinary lines, they are thin string-like golden lines that connect two people together. Everywhere I walk I see them and I walk through them. Having this extraordinary but annoying gift means that I can play matchmaker. Yay me. Now you're thinking what is she going on about now, well just be patient I'm getting to that part, see these lines as I said before aren't ordinary, these lines connect you to your soulmate.
Bells Knight isn't an ordinary girl, she is the ultimate matchmaker, the one other girls seek advice and comfort from. She has a "superpower"...of sorts. She loves the power, but hates the attention. But what happens when she meets one person who changes everything? What happens when the lines start to fade?
Protagonists, the most important characters in stories.
They're the ones that are supposed to save the world and be a symbol of hope for humanity, the ones that can defeat anything in their way if they want to, the ones whom the reader wants to win and succeed...
...Well atleast thats how a good heroic protagonist should be.
I wrote three novels after dropping out of college at 20 years old. My first novel was a disaster, boring characters, recycled plot, and a protagonist so rude even I wanted to punch them. The next two? Absolutely amazing and really well-liked.
I was ready to quit writing for good when i suddenly got hit by a car and woke up in someone else's body, someone i don't recognize at all, who goes to the exact same school from my first novel. Yeah. That happened, i'm screwed.
Great. Now I'm stuck in a world full of arrogant, clueless students. Why couldn't i have entered one of my better stories?! And if that's not enough, the soul of this body won't stop yelling at me to "give their body back", as if i could do that, while a tiny version of them sits on my left shoulder and a tiny version of my 19 year old self from my past life rides the right shoulder. What even is happening anymore? Sigh...