The Waves in Your Voice. (BOOK 1)

BEFORE YOU READ

READ ITS IMPROTANT

Well, hi everyone. This is going to sound like therapy but I'll be glad if you read it.

And who's a better therapist than your readers?

Imma tell you.

NOBODY!

So let's go back when I was still a high school bitch.

We had an assignment in philosophy class and I decided to get a little open minded and carefree with it.

But as most of you know freedom in high school is a non existan word.

I ended up writing an essay where I compared life to a black and white painting. My teacher forced me to read in the whole class so she didn't have to read it at home lmao.

I still remember her face when I finished reading. It's the trauma. I remember also being completely red from embarrassment.

Keep in mind I was a literal nobody in my class.

So when I finished reading my teacher had a few questions and notes for me.

Long story short she ended up calling the essay depressing and called me depressed in front of the whole class. Also indirectly said I was gay because I had written the story from a boy's prespective.

I still don't know why my essay had those characteristics. I just felt like it.

You can imagine the laughs from jocks at the back of the class.

I felt so embarrassed. She actually complemented my writing technic but what I had written bothered.

Anyway I cried all day.

After that I stopped writing. And when I did I never read them to anyone affraid of what they were going to say.

About a year and a half later I started writing on Wattpad and in completely different language that I was used to (keep in mind I'm not fluent in English)

It was annonymous and I was writing silly little fanfiction stories. I wouldn't care if anyone critisized them. It was just imagination.

When I went to college I had another assignment in English class now I decided to get free with.

When my teacher gave me back my essay I was so afraid of what she was going to say. The first thing she asked me was if I had written this myself. I said yes. 

Then she started congratulating me. She called my essay a masterpiece and pressured me to publish it (she still does but I refuse)

She didn't force me to read in the whole class though. Till this day she is the only person who had read this essay. 

Then my friends started bugging me to read something of mine. I didn't want her to read some cheesy love herophine story. I had to put more thought into this. I had to write different opinions through the characters. I had to write something that'd touch people.

So I came up with this story.

The Waves In Your Voice has such a special place in my heart. I finished it in two weeks and it's unedited so please don't be harsh.

Keep an open mind while reading it and think before judging something. It can traumatize someone.

I love reading your comments. They help me improve so much. And also the help me to mentally flip of my high school philosophy teacher everytime I read something positive.

I know this time you won't have to brag me with votes and comments so I can update because I'm giving you the whole story at once but I'd really appreciate you voting and commenting. 

And I mean really!

I'll go to sleep after publishing this and I'd love to wake to positive feedback to this story. That's my baby.

Enjoy!

I love you all.

Be safe and follow your dreams.

-B-