I stared a whole into my computer's blank document.

What…am I supposed to type? I doubt anyone will read it, anyway!

But I just can't leave it blank… I made a promise.

I sighed at my selfish thoughts. My thoughts were, indeed, VERY selfish. Why? It was because I wasn't trying hard enough, even though I knew how to write. But I just had to write something! Here's how it all started.

I called my friend Haruka.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Haruka! Wanna hang out today?"

"Sure, but on one condition."

"What is it?"

"You have to promise me that you'll make a story on fiction press by the end of this week, and you have to get at least one review."

"WHAT? Why do you want me to make a story? And there's no way I'll get reviews!"

"You WILL get reviews, you're a good writer! Do you want to hang out or not?"

"Fine, I'll try."

"Okay, good!" She smiled through the phone.

"I guess I should start now…"

"Okay, see you later, bye!"

I hung up, and then groaned.

So, yeah. Because of Haruka, I HAD to make a story.

Little did I know, however, that once that story was made, I wouldn't be able to stop.

I would become a writer.