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First chapter of my book
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.Beep. Beep. SLAM!
Alice Veroux slammed her fist down on her alarm. She glared at the clock.
5:15. She groaned.
"Why does morning come so soon!?!?!?"
She put her pillow over her face and exhaled. Its the first day of school. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat. She grabbed her school uniform and towel off her dresser and went to the bathroom.
She breathed in the familiar smell of her vanilla and rose soap. I don't want to go. I want to crawl back to bed. Maybe have a blueberry Poptart and watch some anime. She turned off the water and dried off. Her long lavender hair fell like waterfalls of satin behind her back, curling at the ends flirtatiously. Her uniform fit loosely around her petite body. She frowned as she looked down at her chest. This uniform definitely isn't flattering. She gazed in the mirror and sighed at the pale reflection. She pinned her hair up in two panda buns like Sailor Moon. She put on purple eye shadow, winged eyeliner, mascara, blush, and pink lip gloss.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Get out of the bathroom I need to finish getting ready for work!" Anthony pounded harder on the door.
"Okay!" Alice pulled up her white knee high socks and then slipped into her blue and white shoes. She checked the time.
6:15. Shit. No time for breakfast.
She opened the door after grabbing her crescent moon shaped backpack and wand. "Give me $10." She reached for his wallet in his pocket.
Anthony grabbed his wallet before she could steal it. "What? Why?" He held it above her reach.
"No time for breakfast." She flicked her wand and $10 came out of the wallet into Alice's hand. "Thanks." She muttered sarcastically.
Anthony rolled his eyes. She heard him yelling your welcome as she slammed the door.
She glanced down at her clock. 6:20. I'm going to have to run. She glanced down at her backpack that had 3 textbooks. This is going to be fun. She sighed and started running. Alice got to the train station and looked at her clock. 6:28. Two minutes early. Alice exhaled sharply trying to catch her breath.
"Need this?" A dark husky voice was low in her ear. Followed by the scent of mint and cologne.
Alice tensed up and looked up. An 18 year old boy looked at her smiling holding a water bottle. Alice's aqua blue eyes darkened into a stormy blue gray and she glared at him.
The boy was caught in her glare, like a bug trapped in a spiders web. It's as if she's staring into my very soul, condemning me to a hellish death of fire and misery.
"No". Alice backhanded the bottle.
He watched, as if in slow motion, as the bottle hit the tracks below being hit by the nearby train. He looked up only to see the ends of her hair waving goodbye in the wind as she entered her train.
Pfft. What a creep. Alice sat in a vacant seat. She pulled out her iphone and headphones and listened to music. She sighed blissfully as she stared out the window, her favorite part of the day had always been the train rides to and from school.
Her stop came up and she got off. She was surprised by the size of the college. It looked like it never ended. Alice's brother had taken her stuff the night before insisting her to stay for breakfast. So much for that. Her stomach growled and she looked at the school map for the cafe.
She found it with ease and ordered a vanilla bean Frappuccino with coconut milk and a blueberry bagel. Her first class started at 8:05 so she had 30 minutes to kill.
She walked around until she found her class, healing magic. All she had to do now was wait.
Lorax Rewrite Excerpt
Without focusing on Ted, the story can start earlier and show more of Once-ler's background trying to sell his Thneed. What bad influences did he have when it came to running a business? Some of the advice in this chapter are real things I've been told...
Excerpt below:
He pulled the Thneed from his neck, and spread it on the table. "Ah, you know what, let me just show you."
"It's brilliant," said the main representative immediately.
He was the shortest man and wore a sleek white suit. "The audacity is stunning. It's the perfect balance between essential and useless. Whimsical enough to capture the imagination, yet quaint enough to be marketed as a necessity. This is, indeed, something everyone needs. We would just have to make it out of a better material. For the most part, there's not a single thing that could be improved. However…" He looked up from his spinny chair at the long table. "There's one problem."
His colleagues in smaller chairs around him nodded their heads knowingly.
"Whaddya mean?" asked Once-ler.
The salesman pressed his fingers together and leaned forward. "To sell a product, you need to have a certain degree of charisma," he explained. "The creator's image is even more important than the thing itself when it comes to commerce. That is, you can't just come into a company in your dirty lumberjack clothes, dragging a mule, singing out of tune, and expect to be a success."
Once-ler turned red. There were no barns in North Nitch, so he'd been taking Melvin everywhere with him on a leash. The buildings were so big it hadn't occurred to him there was anything wrong with it. Plus Melvin was such a well-behaved mule, or maybe it was just that he hadn't had any human friends in so long, Once-ler had unconsciously started to think of him as a person.
He also resented his spiffy new outfit being called dirty lumberjack clothes. The fashion of his old town must've looked that way to outsiders no matter how new or clean they were. He observed the stiff, sleek blazers the businessmen wore and took note.
"There seem to be two of you here right now, Mr. Ler," the salesman said, and Once-ler got the feeling he wasn't talking about the fact that he'd brought his mule.
"On one hand, I see a powerful inventor with an ingenious work ethic, capable of bringing impressive ideas to life. But you can’t let humility hold you back. My advice to you is to try and think of yourself a little more selfishly, if you know what I mean."
"No, sir… Could you expand on that?"
"I mean stop thinking of yourself as someone small from a lowly background. You have to imagine yourself as bigger than everyone else."
The salesman hopped from his chair and drew his own short body to its full height in front of the towering woodsman.
"It doesn't matter if you're the tallest person in the world, if you never think you can reach anything." The businessman threw a pointed glance at a geeky young intern with glasses and braces. "Isn't that right, Aloysius?"
"I get it, Dad." The teenager rolled his eyes.
The salesman folded up the Thneed, and handed it back to Once-ler. "You have potential, but come back when your marketing strategy has improved. Have you ever read The Virtue of Selfishness? I look forward to hearing back from you. In the meantime, have you considered applying to other job options at one of the O'Hare companies?" He handed Once-ler a pamphlet.
Once-ler walked out of the building buzzing with embarrassment. He'd butchered his delivery on his first try. Why was it so easy to sing about Thneeds at his family's farm, in the forest, or the privacy of his wagon? He hadn't expected to start shaking like a leaf the instant he started playing for other people. He needed to practice.
Full story here:
44/100 days of productivity: So in the beginning of this school year I made those notes in many chapters. Now I found their usefulness. Also I have stomach ache but this won't stop me to work even if I'm better in my bed.
42/100 days of productivity: Today I started my revisions weeks. I revised 17 chapters. I can tell you that I'm now totally exhausted ! However I took numerous break, I even went for a walk because I couldn't stay concentrate. Anyway I am really proud ! Also I have that new mug which is so cool (even if it's with male pronoun) and I guess I will take weight during those 2 weeks because I drink and eat so much ! (I bought could snacks to stay motivated)
30/100 days of productivity: Bullet journal pages about engineering schools entrance examination
Enjoy this chapter i wrote if you enjoy it I'll write the second chapter.
THE AETHERIUM REALM
Chapter 1
A young Cloelf was setting up her stall on the outskirts of her village, the tall trees towering over her small frame, their looming shadows casting a soft pink glow from their leaves. Sivandor was the Cloelf's name, a small, pale, green figure barely noticeable if it wasn't for the oversized bow on her back. The mop of tight curls on her head reflected the light off, as her eye scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary in her usual spot.
"Ugh..." she groaned. "Why can't I explore? The large island has so much to offer; so much of it remains untouched! I could be the first to see what's beyond!" she continued, as she put up items she was going to trade for shiner goods.
Sivandor waited patiently for something to happen and it came within a few minutes, as a tall, ash like with glowing blue circular markings on her body, her long legs moving towards Sivandor with fiery speed. Her coal like eyes making eye contact with Sivandor.
"Hello miss, I'm Luthien, a Pyroeenchress. What do you have to offer?" she asks in a casual tone as if they were friends for years. "Oh well, I've charms! Is there anything you're looking for?" Sivandor replies, curiosity floating in her words.
"Yes, there is! I'm looking for something to replace my bag where I store my books. It's... kind of..." She trails off. "Falling apart?" Sivandor finishes the Pyroeenchress's sentence. "Yes, do you think you have anything similar to it?" They continue to talk. "Sure, let me see what your bag is."Luthien raises her bag on the stall, ash staining the leather, dull patterns on it, and with many holes in it, clearly being burnt. "Oh wow... What have you put this bag through? Was it war?" Sivandor asks jokingly while looking through a box of neatly folded bags from her trades,"
"You know, to answer that comment you had about what happened to my bag, it was passed down from my great-granddad, and he passed it down to my dad and then to me, so that's how I got it!" "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly do you store in it?" the Cloelf asks, her large red eye full of wonder.
"Well when I got it, about when I was twelve? I always went out to find caved libraries when you're in my homeland you'll realize just how common they are, but anyway they were old abandoned found on the sides of volcanoes so you can guess what condition they were in. I'd go in and see what books were still intact, a surprising amount I might add, that's why the bag had ash stains on it..." Luthien stands proud of her family's history.
There's a moment of silence between them "I was not expecting that, that's quite the history that bags got," Sivandor breaks the silence with that and this was just the start of a friendship, they continue talk slowly acting like old friends, despite only knowing each other for a short amount of time, Sivandor suddenly realizes as she says, "I've completely forgotten to tell you my name! I'm Sivandor; sorry, that's rude of me!" she says, hiding her embarrassment under a laugh, while Luthien laughs before she can suppress it. "It's alright!" she says between laughs. After finally calming down, she asks, "Hey, I know we've not long known each other, but I already like you as a friend. I'm visiting my friend, who's a Thorpe, you know, those high-class guys. But anyway, what do you say? "You want to come with me to meet him?" Luthien politely asks, with a hint of uncertainty lacing her voice. "Yes!" Sivandor replies excitedly. "I need any excuse to leave my village! I need to get my best outfit on!"
Sivandor packs up her stuff, storing them in a small cafe that's been changed to store a lot of things. They walk to Sivandor's village, which is located on a massive, cherry blossom-like tree with large twisting branches and vines all over.
"Oh my..." Luthien quietly speaks. "So your entire village lives in that tree?" "Yep!" Sivandor answers proudly. "Come on! I'll take you to my home!" she runs off; her short legs make a beating sound on the ground. Luthien follows her up the long path along the dark bark of the tree, passing other houses, all looking completely different from each other: some small, big, wide, and towering. Nothing was out of the question. Up at the top was where Sivandor's place of home was.
As the new friends enter the round house, with hand made paintings adorning the walls, Sivandor enters her room leaving Luthien alone for a few minutes. In this time, she takes a look around the room, admiring how much character the room has, not a spot was left without making it feel full. Sivandor finally comes out in a completely different outfit that's much better than her traditional Cloelf clothes. "You ready?" Luthien asks, anticipation loud and clear in her words. With that, they start their journey to Luthien's friend's home or wherever he might be.
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