This post is mostly for my aunt, Jessica. I never would be as close to her as I am if she didn't virtually stalk me. So, thank you. I appreciate it, in an odd way.
And... just for you... I'm going to include the first page of my book on here... Given, it's a VERY rough draft... And it's already formatted how I want it to be, so it's a short first page... But, I'm sure you'll let me know what you think. ;-)
The rain was coming down like the heavens were pouring a never-ending pitcher of water on my head, but I barely noticed. I knew it was well after midnight, and that the buses had stopped running. Nevertheless, here I was, sitting on the bench, waiting with everything I had to my name, which consisted of my clutch, my shoes, and my little black dress. I didn’t even have a coat. I only knew that I had to leave. I couldn’t stay here. Not after what happened.
“Hello there, are you alright?” A British man’s voice pierced through my sobs. My head was down because I was crying, and with the sound of the rain, I didn’t hear him approach. In one swift movement, I had out my pepper spray and was on my feet, ready to defend myself.
Merry Christmas! Enjoy Aunt Jessica!!!
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