THE NEXT GENERATION OF FANGIRLS & FANBOYS, ARE TASKED WITH THE PROTECTION OF THEIR WORLD, FROM THEY'RE FICTIONAL IDOLS.
Imagine a real-life fandom school existed. All Hardcore fanboys and fangirls are welcome. Classes are on shipping, fan fiction writing, edit making, and more. Phones and laptops aren't just allowed, they're required, and at lunch, you sit with your main fandom.
Well, it does, it's called the fandom academy.
The fandom academy is so much more than just a place to fan about shows/books. It's also where they train the next generation of protectors against all things, not so fictional. The students here are called the Fan Protection force or the F.P.F. for short, and they protect the borders between the different dimensions. What you think may only be a show, is actually, just a whole other world.
One student at the academy is seen as the 'Shy Nobody', but little do her peers know, that Lilly, is actually Shadow, AKA: 'The Black Assassin'! Top of the whole school and most deadly F.P.F. the academy has ever seen.
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I want to thank my IRL friend @Mollie_broodle for editing this book, Go check her out!
Also, the cover is made by me! The storyline, by me! And any plagiarism will not be tolerated.
If you want to write fanfictions or one-shots for this book, that's fine. As long as you give me credit.
Other than that, I want to thank my friends family and teachers for inspiring, supporting and just being awesome people!
They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?