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.