The Writer's Reader

Chapter 1

Chantea Withlock. A bright 22-year-old woman who loves to read and write. When she lost her mother due to an unknown illness, her father would read his own stories to her until she fell asleep. Growing up, she had to learn how to take care of the house with the help of their neighbor, Lady Eleanor. She also taught the young woman how to read and write while her father was away. Soon, she was able to do the house chores alone and write her own stories.

In the little town where she lives, people would often describe her as a simple princess because of her chosen clothes and her characteristics. She is friendly, polite, and full of imagination. Her medium-length brown wavy hair would bounce up and down while she skipped through the streets to her house, her blue eyes would sparkle when she found new books, and her skin was as brown as the freshly cooked crossaints she would devour in the early mornings.

She would often be seen wearing her white lace blouse, a dark brown soft corset and the sane colored skirt as it's her favorite clothes, but it would change into a dark brown cotton blouse and grey checkered lizzy dress for time to time. Basically, her wardrobe color consists of brown, white, and grey. She would just mix and match everything she has.

"Good morning, Chantea! You came at the right time! There are newly arrived books and papers for you at the back!" The daughter of the local bookstore owner told her. In exchange, she would give them one of her written story, which a lot of people loved, because have you read a book, where as the villain wins and gets a happily ever after? No where, right?

"Thank you so much, Grace! Here's the continuation of the evil dean. I hope you'll like it!" You smiled and gave her a handcrafted pocket book.

"No way! You wrote it that fast! Is it possible that the evil dean and the princess end up together? Because I know it's erringly to imagine that two women would end up together and what would people think about it!" The young woman talked in a hush voice as if she's gossiping about other people's business.

"Don't be silly, Grace! Of course they can be together! Love is for everyone. Just remember, as long as you don't hurt others, it shouldn't be a problem, and who cares what other people think? I am certain they have other major problems to think about! My stories that I have been sharing with you, they aren't even real, I have made them up — you know daydreaming while I was doing my chores and have you ever heard about a school for good and evil? I doubt there's something like that." You snorted as you look through some of the boxes filled with books.

You hear her gasped and grabbed your wrist, looking at you with wide eyes as if you just said something offensive. You look at her confused and wait to elaborate on her reaction.

"You have never heard of the tales about Sophie and Agatha? Or Leonora of Gavaldon?" Grace searched your eyes for something to click in your wonderful brain of yours, but you still had the confused look on your face. Have you been living under a rock? you thought, as this was the first time you heard those names.

"You haven't heard anything about the twin brothers who founded the school for good and evil to groom hereos and villains? Sophie and Agatha of Gavaldon saved the school from the evil twin Rafal and united them together?" Grace summarized the whole tale in one and is shaking your shoulders for you to wake up from your coma.

"I'm sorry, Grace, but my father always told me not to believe in tales until I have seen it myself, and my father isn't a big fan of hereos saving the princess because in all of us there is good and evil, there's a hereo and villain in us. We will always be a different character in someone else's story. I might be your princess friend who gives you free story time in this liefetime, but in others, I might be a wicked witch disguised as a writer who corrupts your mind into thinking same sex relationship is a good thing." You stopped her from shaking you by putting your hand on top hers, and you eyed her suspiciously to read if she saw your lie in your words, you snorted when she dropped her jaw and her arms to her side and has no clue you just told her a lie. You shook your head side to side and continued looking for new books in stacked boxes.