IS TGBTL Writing A Book?!

Hey everyone! To start off, do you guys see the picture? It's 'Hale'. You'll get it later. So today I am going to be writing something new...not like, a problem in my life. I decided to write a book. And this isn't just something that randomly popped into my head, I've been writing since I was able to hold a pencil...and type. But the thing is, I have noticed that a lot of un-authory stars have been writing books lately. Kendall and Kylie Jenner, Snooki, Elle and Blair Fowler, Stephanie Meyer. <---- That one was a joke, btdubs. But, I have been getting kind of jealous. Come on now, I'm 13 and I've probably been writing longer than all of them. Trust me, if you saw how many times I've made stories, deleted them off of my computer, threw them out of my notebooks. Everything. Tons and tons of stories. But, the post is, I want to tell you about my book. There are 2 characters:


Leah Rose Bishop
Jacob Diver-Adams Hale


They're both 16 and the story is just of these 2 best friends, one male, one female. Obviously. And they're kind of both in loooove with each other, they just don't know it. Hasn't  yet discovered it about themselves and not yet about each other. I thought about making the idea an Off-To-College Bucket List. You know, they're going on a roadtrip to together and they make a Bucket List. Along the way, they do their bucket list items and they end up back from where they started, now they end up together and than they go to college. I think it'll be a cute story. If I really want to do this, I plan to have it out on shelves by Summer 2013. The story is based in 2011. So, yeah. Here is what I've written so far. This is the finished prologue:



        "Hale, are we back in 5th grade now?" I said through my laughs. He jumped up off of me, finally, and stood above my slender body and smiled evily.
"Oh sweet little Leah Bishop. I forgot, she's to perfectly prim to engage in any fun activities." He pretended to twirl a piece of hair as he imitated half the girls in our high school. I rolled my eyes and held out my hands, signaling for him to help me up now. In a second, I was standing face to face with him again.
Jacob Hale was definitely a fine piece of work. With a family as wealthy as they come, and attitude as douchebag-like as they come, and also my best friend. Somehow. When most girls look, excuse me—stare, at Hale, they see an uberly handsome young man. With chocolate brown hair, perfectly rounded baby blue eyes, pink lips, a cute little button nose, a well-built, muscular body and, money. When I look at him, I see a sweet, little, innocent boy I met at the local park 11 years ago. The one I had sleepover's with, still to this day—16-years-old, the one who wore only Superman pajamas and cuddled me while he snored immesenly loud in my ear while he slept. He was Hale, and there was no way of denying that. 
"God Hale, I really hate you." He snorted and plopped on his family's oldest white, leather couch. 
"Lee, you couldn't hate me if I dressed up as Osama Bin Laden and killed your entire family. You loooove me." That was some rediculous fantasy Hale apparently had in his mind, that I was in love with him or something. Yes, I love him, like he was my own brother, but I wasn't in love with him. Who could ever be in loooove with Jacob Diver-Adams Hale? 
"Everybody." Wait, did I actually say that out loud? I scoffed. Hale was so full of himself. 
"Come, sit with me Leah." He said in the creepy voice a guy who is about to ask you into his van says. "Not Sure if I should, Hale." "Pleeeease?" I took a seat on his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. This guy was crazy. I didn't once have a normal second with Hale. Every hour, every minute, every second was like a new adventure and sometimes I just couldn't handle it. He sounded serious right about now and anything could come out of this kid's mouth. Anything. If Hale said he was pregnant, you would believe him. Even though it's physically impossible, that's just Hale. He...has a weird, boyish charm that even I, his best friend for 11 years, couldn't figure out. 
"What is it?" 
"Tell me the story."
"The story?" My nose scrunched up in a funny way and I tried searching my brain for a story. Any story. But he got me. 
"Refresh my memory?" Hale sighed annoyingly and waved his hand dismissively.
"Of how we met, silly. That's my favorite." I circled my mouth into an 'O' shape and started in on the story.
"Okay, it was the year 2000 and a certain little, mischevious, blonde boy was well, being mischevious. His mom was talking to an old high school flame and he wandered off into the girl's bathroom. Only to find a young girl was washing her hands. And than, the little boy, I forgot what his name was. Hale, maybe...," I drifted off into the story that I could never possibly forget in a million years, stroking Hale's hair with every word I said. As I looked back at him, every time an important part came, I didn't see my best friend who was 16-years-old, wealthy and handsome. I saw the little boy who wandered off into the girl's bathroom 11 years ago, who I became best friends with 10 minutes after he walked into my life.



So, that's everything. Please, no stealing. Yeah, okay! Bye guys.(:




Quote Of The Post: If you believe in something great, you can achieve something great.


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