Hey, stalker!
Two years ago, I was lying in a dark room in my grandma's house, balancing a cold water bottle on my head, trying to fight the midsummer heat, when I got an idea.
  Few months later, I was writing down that idea in notebooks and a borrowed laptop, moving from chapter to chapter with no plan in sight.
  And, this February, I decided to share that story with the world. Well, maybe not the world, but wattpad has a lot of people.
  All this to say that six year old me, a girl binding together piecies of paper and writing down a funny story from a trip I went on with my family with very bad grammar and even worse handwriting, would be very proud of me. 
  If you want to read my book I would be grateful, and if you like it I'll be glad, but I'm just happy that I made it this far.