So I never thought i would need to tell this story. But i really enjoy it. Last summer was one of the best, and most succesful summers ever. I was leaving 9th grade, traveling, and getting to see family i had never before met.
I remember there was one story I was reading, I believe it has long since been deleted, but it was a story by lithuanianswimchick. The main character was a girl named Jezebel. I told her how much i loved the name, and regrettably (And very unreligiously) the woman in the Bible. She then told me about the song by the same name by the band Iron and Wine.
Now i was farmilliar with the band, but had never heard the song. Quickly, i searched it, and instantly fell in love. This was the afternoon I was to head to the airport with my Grandparents to get my cousin. I reluctantly closed down the youtube window and got into the silver Ford truck. I hummed the song the whole way, and the whole way back home. I had to stay at my house that night. But alas, the laptop was already gone.
The next day I went to my grandparents house the evil laptop was calling my name. I got ahold of the laptop that night. Pressing repeat on the song every few minutes, and then going abck to updating one of my four books in progress.
That night, i downloaded the song onto my ipod and put it onto my "Top listened to" Playlist. I fell asleep in the kingsized guest bed next to my cousin Kristina. I woke up to the smell of coffee in the kitchen, and I Dont Love You playing on my now dying Ipod. I sat up, yeah, i was on the floor, scenery change. I trudged down to the kitchen to find the coffee being made, and a letter, telling us they were off to work and we had the house to ourselves.
I poured myself a cup of orange juice leaving the coffee for my cousin. I went and sat on the cold couch with the dog and began to type my deam up. It was July 1st. I was pretty entertained with my new idea for a great story that i was sure would provide me with new expreiances, would distract me, and maybe just get me to the point of overcoming my depression.
I typed up the first paragraph, it started with what I thought life would be like if I was an only child with a terrible childhood, which was the basis for most MCR fan fictions I had read in my life time. I wanted it to be different though, but i somehow couldnt get out of everyone elses shaddows. I thought "Wow, barely any reads." But the praise others were getting for their strings of My Chemical Romance fan fiction, pushed me further. The second chapter had a bit more spring. I still listened to the song, but explored my ever growing talents as a writer. I noticed the few comments on the first chapter, to me those were the iconic comments that encouraged me to continue my dreams of creating one of the best fan fictions on Wattpad. (I still do not think I have reached that award, regrettably under Justin Bieber, Twilight, Harry Potter, and One Direction Fan fiction, Blegh)
I continued to update, and I was beginning to not care, but things were going to get amazing, i felt it, I thought, swimming in the pool on fourth of July, a thought I still think of everytime i read So Long and Goodnight. I thought Kid, one day, you're gonna feel nostalgic about this summer, and all the progress you made. This is gonna be your proudest moment. Funny story is I actually believed that. Feeling as bad as I did suring school meant nothing that week, i was an aspiring writer who was feeling amazing in her haven of writing.
I remember the amazing day i asked for volenteers. Yes, I wanted the amazing few reading my book to be in it. I thought that would get people more interested. I was excited at the ammount of replies, so many (at least in my opinion) wanted in. I had so many fawning over Frank, and Gerard, but I, wanting to make a great friend with one of the girls whose story I had asked to be in, reserved Gerard for her.
This girls name was Crzecupcake, or Maddie as her friends call her. I was a fan of her books, and of her all around attitude, i always reminded her to update her fabulous story Dwelling on Cemetary Drive, she would, just as long as I updated in return. It was a good feeling to have made such an amazing friend. I think she was the first person I talked to that i didnt know in real life, who was so nice.
I had two girls for Frank, I slowly lost connection with them, and trying to decide who got Frank in the end was trying, so as time moved on, i introduced miss Hollyiero, the name says it all. She and I quickly became close friends, despite our distance from eachother, she and I know where the other lives, we talk every day, and were practically sisters. She is always there for me and encouraging me to continue on with my writing.
I slowly introduced Sarah, Kat, and soon I will introduce my dear Cassidy. The girls of So Long and Goodnight, including Natasha, and Randi, have been, anbd always will be my closest friends. I love them for sticking through all of this with me.
I want to thank all of my fans, and any of you reading my stories still. I love you all so much.
Thanks for everything.
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