Fragile- Rewriting

Chapter One - Rewritten

A/N: Welcome to the first rewritten chapter for Fragile. I hope you all like this.

Katherine William

Apparently, once someone graduates, they are finally allowed to be free, an adult. The type of person they have dreamed of being since the day they learned just how much freedom is important. As much as I hate to admit it though, I'd rather go back to taking naps on a daily.

A week ago, I had graduated from the University Of Michigan. I majored in Arts. Let's just say, anything but English is gibberish to me. Now that I'm out of school forever, finally, I have nothing to do.

I mean, sure, I have a job at the library that I absolutely love, I help people out finding the kind of book they want and everything. Also, I'm currently occupied with my writing too. In fact, the first I am possibly thinking of putting myself out there.

But the only problem? I have no story.

I wasn't new to the whole 'writer's block' thing. If I'm being honest, I've been having it for a good month. Now, I just need a story good enough to satisfy me.

The thing with me is that I get too attached. Too attached to my characters and their storylines, after a certain point, it's almost as if I'm writing my own story. I'm becoming way too personal with it. That's when I stop.

I don't need people knowing more about me than they already do. I won't let anyone, it will only be used negatively against me in the future.

As much as I like sulking around my new apartment on a daily, today my father's family- and mine, I guess, held an anniversary party that I demanded I attend. And since I have absolutely nothing to do on a Sunday, I may as well just do that.

It was my father, John, and stepmother, Elaina's fifth year wedding anniversary. Ever since Elaina came in my father and I's life, we both have changed for the better. She was the mother I never had and always insisted that I called her mom.

I was always more than happy to accept the demand, she is my mother. Not by blood, but by choice.

Not to mention that she just gave birth to a newborn, Meghan. She is just the cutest living thing alive. Her chubby cheeks were the softest along with the rest of her skin. She took after Elaina with her green eyes but my father with brown hair. 

She's basically stuck to me whenever I come over.

"Hola, Chica," I recognized Amelia's voice as she barged into my room.

Her thick Spanish accent was evident as she made her way into my room, slamming the door open. "Will you get out of your messy room already? You being huddled in here is giving me anxiety."

She looked around my room, cringing at the sight. I wasn't the neatest person out there. I didn't like cleaning my closet, I barely ever cleaned my room unless my family was over, and let's not even talk about the amount of garbage that I have stuffed around me at the moment.

"I'm just trying to think somethings over, besides, you should be used to this by now," I sat up straight, my back against the bed's headboard.

"I should be, but I'm not. Now, get up and get dressed. Your father invited me over too since you didn't share the invitation. Pick out a dress for me, please? I'll go freshen up a bit," She skipped into my bathroom.