~ CHAPTER ONE ~
' Charrel, come downstairs. It's time for dinner. '
She dropped her fountain pen on the page, turning around in procces.
MA! DO YOU MIND? IM WRITING.
She ignored her mothers requests, all she wanted to do was focus on her story.
She started into the page, her eyes mesmerised by the words gently written on the paper pages. She could only think about the protagonist of her story, Charles. A bland name, yes but a very handsome character. It's what Charrel dreamed of having as a boyfriend.
~ END OF CHAPTER ~
