Dear my beloved readers
I'm writing my first story!!!!!!!!!
It's called "My life as Lizz"
I think all you girls (or guys that like romance hehe) will like it
It is about a girl (lizz) that is going through struggles is her life and starts to harm her self physically. Lizz ends up meeting a boy who helps her find her place in this fucked up thing you call life, and she starts to fall in love with him. But before the story ends, there are some twist and turns on her way to finding peace.
For all of my readers I would like you to set the story line up for me.
-Where the story takes place
-Names of character and how they should be involved in the story
-Things you want to see happen in the plot
I will try to start writing as soon as I get suggestions!!!!!!!!!
PS If you leave comments about what I should write, I will write back to you I swear (scouts honor)
My first chapter!!!!!!!
I hope you like it took forever to write
My name is Lizz, with two z's not one, and its not a nick name for Elizabeth. Its just lizz. As you can probably tell I'm paranoid about how people say my name. It's just throughout my life people have been getting it wrong, the call me Elizabeth as if they now me, or they spell it all wrong. And now It's my time to crack.
The only way I no how to crack is to take it out on myself. My mother would always tell me to never take you anger out on anyone but yourself. And that's what I'm doing now. After she left me when I was 15 the anger that was inside me had to be shown somehow and that's when I started to cut. I call it my art work. Every time I engrave something in my right arm, as I feel the red droplets running down my forearm I secretly praise myself for my good work.
When my mum left I was blindsided and scared. She just packed her bags and walked out the front door without saying a word to me. After she left I franticly ran after her but she was already in the awaiting cab. That was the last time I ever saw my mother. When I returned to our apartment I went to the washroom and started to cry. I must have cried for at least an hour because when I looked up at the mirror my eyes were bloodshot and my face flushed. As I was scanning myself I noticed a pink envelope out of the corner of my eye. I picked it up slowly and started to peal the seal. I gradually pulled out the contents and saw that there was at least ten thousand dollars and a little note inside. The note read in my mums hand writing.
Should be enough to cover a few months rent
I will send you more
Dame her, she thinks that giving me money will make what she did to me better. Well fuck her. I'm going to live in my own without her pity cash. Then I realized that I'm going to have to get a job and live on my own without my mother for the rest of my life. With the feeling of loneliness inside my I slowly walked out of the washroom and over to the kitchen to find something sharp.
I hope you like it so far
It was really hard for me to write
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