In 8th grade, almost everyone had “knack” for writing. Also, almost everyone had a Wattpad account. Back then, I truly believed I was destined to become the next Hemingway and as a result I started writing about four different books all at once. Then it became five. Then six. All of which I spent 99% of the time creating detailed profiles for the characters and the other 1% editing the same overall summary. So while I had a fleshed out Chloe Peterson, who was scarred by a traumatic childhood and could never trust again, none of my stories ever went past the Short Prologue page.
But here I am. Five years later. Another prologue.
BUT. I think this story might go somewhere. It is not New York Times Bestseller list worthy. It is not a secret masterpiece that future historians will break their backs for, even centuries after my tragic but glamorous death. But it is the start of my pedge to dedication. I will finish this book. No matter how many tears I may shed or days of sleep I may lose. No matter the challenges the heavens dare set in my path, not even Netflix will stop this young girl.
Anyway, here’s the link to my Wattpad story: Treacherous Minds. 1 like = 1 prayer.