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5:59.
6:00
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Be-

I flung my arm out, switching the alarm off before it woke up everyone in the whole building. The walls were awfully thin here, and insulation cost a lot more than I could afford.

I rolled out of bed, attempting to stand but tripping over yesterday's shoes in the dark.

Wincing, I fumbled for the lightswitch. Despite having lived here for over a week, I still wasn't used to finding my way in the dark.

I flipped the switch, stretched, and wandered over to the en-suite - one of the few good things about this flat.

It was small.
It smelled like an unpleasant mixture of heavy floral perfume and the previous owner's cigarettes.
The walls were, for the most part, painted a horrible beige.
All the door handles were slippy and hard to turn.
And the kitchen was about the size of Harry Potter's cupboard-under-the-stairs.

But it had an ensuite bathroom, so all good, right?!

Also it was cheap. Probably because of the lack of charm and space.

I was up this early not for a particular reason, but because I was, after years of early commutes to school, a morning person.

I liked being up before everyone else.
I liked going for early morning walks, or, if I was REALLY energised by my coffee, runs.

My coffee, by the way, was mostly warm milk. I had tried black coffee a few times, but preferred it drowned in milk with a bit of sugar (or chilled and served with Vanilla Sweet Cream at Starbucks).

I went outside before having breakfast. I was never hungry in the mornings, and walks (or runs) usually helped work up an appetite, and freeze my nose amd fingers off.

Autumn was most definitely coming. This would be my first actually dry Autumn - for the majority of my life I had lived in Scotland, which lived up to its rainy stereotype.

The walk led me around the quieter neighbourhoods of Wokingham - my flat was part of a big, grand house, which made me feel a bit better. I walked down the high street, and past the offices of the place I would soon be having my first working day at - The Wokingham Herald. I couldn't hep but roll my eyes at the unfortunate job pickings - three years studying Film Making, Creative Writing and Film Editing, for a lousy job at a newspaper covering the Entertainment industry in an English town.

Not exactly my dream job - something that Filming, Editing and Creative Writing all related to...

Yes. YouTube. I wanted to be a YouTuber. Everyone I told that to laughed. "That's not a proper job!" they said.

They didn't understand - I wasn't looking for a "way out" of getting a 'proper' job. I wanted to make films, specifically. Proper ones. Under my own steam. And how better to do that then by making them myself?

But until I made it big, I would be stuck writing articles on the primary school's production of the Nativity.

I HAD to go viral.

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Hello lovely people!

Welcome to my newest attempt at starting a book and actually finishing it. I promise I will do my best 😊 and hopefully if this actually goes far, give you all a chance to choose the direction of *certain exciting events* that will be happening.

Xox, Anna ❤