Mine… I’m searching for it.
Found it. Here’s Chapter One. It’s REALLY stupid:
The beginning. All stories have to start at the beginning. [name_m]Even[/name_m] stories about 3 11-year-old girls, one strange boy and his sister, and Time. Oh, and 1 of the 11-year-old’s older brother, and another 11-year-old’s older sister. And of course, my story is the one about 3 11-year-old girls, one strange boy and his sister, and Time. So the beginning is where I have to begin.
Just first, I am [name_f]Amaranth[/name_f] [name_f]Estella[/name_f] Leopardi. I was born on [name_f]October[/name_f] 30th, 2007. Almost a Halloween baby. I have a sister, [name_f]Arora[/name_f] [name_f]Annalisa[/name_f] Leopardi, and a brother, [name_u]Paxton[/name_u] “[name_u]Pax[/name_u]” [name_f]Gwendolyn[/name_f] (yes, [name_f]Gwendolyn[/name_f]. It was my Great-Grandma’s name) Leopardi and there is some other information that you will learn about me throughout my story. Like how my math teacher may or may not be related to me… Anyway, I will start. Here’s my story:
“[name_f]Tullia[/name_f],” Miss [name_f]Iantha[/name_f] [name_f]Mae[/name_f] Amero says. Miss Amero teaches Extra Help, Normal, and Advanced math, here at [name_f]Willa[/name_f] [name_u]Mason[/name_u] Boarding School For Girls. But not Extra Advanced or Online Advanced. “[name_f]Earth[/name_f] to [name_u]Tully[/name_u] [name_m]Thomas[/name_m]!”
My best friend [name_f]Tullia[/name_f] [name_m]Thomas[/name_m], or [name_u]Tully[/name_u] (as her family and close friends call her), is in advanced math with me (and quite good at it). But she still would rather be outside, and she doesn’t pay very much attention to Miss A’s teachings. “[name_f]Answer[/name_f] this question [name_u]Tully[/name_u]…” While Miss A rambles on about the Order of Operations (normal back-to-school stuff) and [name_u]Tully[/name_u] doodles in the side of her notebook (she’s bored, I can tell. [name_u]Tully[/name_u]’s been my BFF since we were 1 week and couldn’t even speak), I am deep into solving Miss A’s Order of Operations question (for [name_u]Tully[/name_u], but why not try to answer it?).
" Okay… 5 times 4 to the power of 3, 5+2, times 3, subtract negative 10…" While I was answering, the “bell” rang. It’s not really a bell, more like a horn. A loud, annoying, BROKEN horn. When it “honks”, class is over. Advanced [name_m]Math[/name_m] is my last class before lunch, I realize.
“[name_m]Skip[/name_m] lunch?” [name_u]Tully[/name_u] suggests. She’s always skipping lunch for volleyball.
“Why in the whole big, gigantic, enormous world would I do that?” I have what my mom calls ‘an endless stomach’ and I am always hungry. Absolutely ALWAYS hungry. Like, I wouldn’t skip lunch for anything but someone’s life.
“To play volleyball, of course,” [name_u]Tully[/name_u] lives for volleyball. [name_m]Even[/name_m] after the season is over, (and [name_f]Willa[/name_f] [name_u]Mason[/name_u] has won the championship game again thanks to [name_u]Tully[/name_u], who always scores the winning point), she still skips lunch to practice. “Got to keep my skills up.” she says.
“How about, after lunch?”
“Maybe…”
" Maybe… " I mock [name_u]Tully[/name_u]. We giggle. [name_f]Tullia[/name_f] [name_m]Thomas[/name_m] NEVER eats lunch. I don’t know why.
“Hey, seriously!” She protests. “Maybe.”
“I’m going to eat lunch,” I say. “No matter what you do.”
“Fine.”
“So you are eating lunch?”
“No.”
“But you said fine…”
“I meant, I’m going to bump the ball around by myself until you finish lunch. If you ever do finish lunch.”
“Hey!” I say jokingly. “'K.” I walk towards our dorm “house”, just a building that houses [name_u]Tully[/name_u] and my shared dorm. The outside of our dorm building is purple. So our building is called “Purple.” [name_m]Just[/name_m] “Purple”.
“Oh, and also, [name_u]Terrie[/name_u] called me the other day while you were at Flute lessons and told me something. She also said to call [name_u]Pax[/name_u] to find out.” [name_u]Tully[/name_u] calls after me.
“Got it.” What would Territha [name_m]Thomas[/name_m] and [name_u]Paxton[/name_u] Leopardi have in common. [name_f]My[/name_f] brother, [name_u]Pax[/name_u]. So I call [name_u]Pax[/name_u].
“[name_m]Hi[/name_m], [name_f]Amaranth[/name_f].” He says.
“[name_m]Hi[/name_m].”
“So, I have amazing news!” [name_u]Pax[/name_u] sounds excited.
“Yeah?” I urge.
“[name_u]Terrie[/name_u] [name_m]Thomas[/name_m] and I are getting married!”
“Wait-- WHAT?” So that’s the news that [name_u]Tully[/name_u] found out during Flute.
“Territha [name_m]Thomas[/name_m] and I are-”
“I GOT THAT PART! ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
“Yes. Why would I lie to you?” that was true. [name_u]Pax[/name_u] never lied to anyone. In fact, [name_u]Pax[/name_u] was, wait, WAS? [name_u]Pax[/name_u] IS the most truthful person EVER. Like, he has never told a lie in his life (unless it is something super personal).
“Ok. [name_u]True[/name_u].” [name_u]Terrie[/name_u] was really nice, anyway. “Bye.” I had come to Purple, to VD ([name_f]Violet[/name_f] Dorm, [name_u]Tully[/name_u] and my shared dorm) specifically, to change my clothes. After morning classes (ELA, [name_m]Reading[/name_m] Comp, [name_m]Math[/name_m], Bio, [name_m]History[/name_m], all the main core classes), the dress code became a little more lax. For PE, which we like to joke stands for Pointless Exercise, we are allowed to wear anything as long as it has a shirt and pants/skirt over it (What? [name_u]Tully[/name_u] wears BATHING SUITS under her volleyball clothes). And don’t ask about Professional Speaking. Anything “professional”. In other words, a black skirt and a white shirt with the [name_f]Willa[/name_f] [name_u]Mason[/name_u] logo. Oh, and knee socks. Yes, KNEE SOCKS! Of course, I do have PS after lunch. So of course, I am changing into my PS clothes. I mean, I could have worn my PS clothes ALL MORNING. How ridiculous of me. Oh, well! 
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Lol, I recently found it, and I had to copy and paste it because it’s so terrible! At that time, I thought that it was amazing, lol.
I love writing angst during weddings. [name_f]My[/name_f] characters got engaged on the 16th of [name_f]September[/name_f] this year, and they both have a bunch of angst in their backgrounds (It’s the third wedding [name_f]Aimee[/name_f]’s planned, and [name_f]Colleen[/name_f]’s parents are dead, her sister isn’t talking to her, and she’s worried about her kid).
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Omg, that sounds similiar to what I once wrote lol (It was on paper tho, and I lost it so can’t post it 
), the biggest difference is that you actually finished it while I gave up after the 4th paragraph 
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My teacher is having us write about one of four very specific scenarios, so I’m having teenage [name_f]Colleen[/name_f] go on a trip to the lake with her friends and sister.
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I’m sad I can’t join in with the school assigned writing, but I have no more writing courses left to complete in high school. 
Well, unless you count Journalism. 
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I want to make a story out of this song: sapientdream - Pastlives (lyrics) - YouTube (Pastlives) to try to cure my writers block.
The basic plot is that in this world, everyone is a reincarnate (Everyone no exceptions?). Everyone has the same eye color (and maybe hair too?) as their previous life, and that’s the only thing that stays the same, other than that anything else could be different.
You know that legend where birthmarks are how you die, yeah, I kinda want to put that in too. Like, you died from a bullet to your side, there’s a birthmark on your side in the shape of the bulket wound, etc, and maybe if you die of old age you don’t have one.
I also want that when 2 reincarnates that know each other from a previous life meet eyes, they will remember each other, but other than that nothing will change (Like if you hate someone in your previous life, and you go on a date with that same someone your next life, you wouldn’ hate each other, maybe just think “huh, I used to hate you, cool”).
Before I get into anything else, I just wanna know, what do you think of that?
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I think that’s pretty cool!
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The premise is super interesting but I can’t help but wonder if it would have more dramatic potential if people who loved/hated each other in past lives knew/felt it in this life? Because my first thought for a plot was that people who loved each other before (and who were “meant” to love each other again) end up hating each other, or vice versa.
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It could be a good plot point!
Like maybe lovers/enemies/friends are portrayed to always feel the same about each other in every life, and if you don’t feel the same “there must be something wrong with you!”. So maybe older more traditional people will shame you for having different feelings, kinda like the LGBTQ+ community*?
*I imagine the community is is way more accepting of that, because if not, then it contradicts the “tradition” of having the same feelings for people in your past lives.
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Anyone else know the most random trivia about their character?
I know [name_f]Aimee[/name_f] and [name_f]Colleen[/name_f] are both right handed. [name_f]Aimee[/name_f] tells people to prop the door open. Idk why I care; I just do.
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Petra is a lefty! I also know that she hates pickles lol. Probably more but that’s what I got for right now.
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Yup!!
My character [name_f]Leona[/name_f] is ambidextrous while [name_u]Robin[/name_u] is right handed. They both love conspiracy theories, and [name_u]Robin[/name_u] hate’s rice pudding while [name_f]Leona[/name_f] loves it.
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Is it weird if I have a bunch of three page chapters, but randomly start with 5-6 pages and go on with that until the end of my story?
If your story still flows, and you feel better writing that way, then of course not! It’s definitely okay!
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Idk, I can’t force myself to write that much, but I miss writing that much lol
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I usually use strangers I see when I’m out/people at my school I don’t know very well for reference.
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I have a question for you guys.
About how long are your chapters?
I average about 1000 for my fanfiction chapters, and my other books on Wattpad, but for my WIP, a novel, they reach about 5000, I think. So I was wondering how other writers compared to this