Hey, Skye here. Ok this is my first realistic fiction book and I'm anxious. Well this book is dedicated to batmanwife13. She rocks! Please read her book, so much better than mine. . .Anyways, She gave me the idea so I hope you guys like this. Shout out goes to: bananamuffin46, AXTheCoolKid, athunter99, booji_101, ChloeLouise7, ChromaticRainbow, clarinetgirl301, disneyscupcake, Elisabeth_West, Emily_is_a_speedster, ErinHalpin360, Freedom_Soldier, gisselleq12, gschroeder1, helenefre321, iluvhappyendings123, isi_inm47, JessicaHarris924, Just_Not_Here, Kara_Song, lamby5000, laxbestie, LokiLaufeyson14, lotsofsparkles1, LoveSophiana, MaddyKitCats, magicbleeds, MeghanAlineH, meinewasermelone, MsNialla, nerdygirl310, Pongopoo, princess94242, Rainbow_Chain, rainbowunicorn72, random_anime_girl_, rtlopez14, shuette, Superboy_4eva, Surya_Naberrie_Pines, WonderWomanForEver, and xX_Fang_Xx. Anyways, please vote and comment, I really hope you guys like this book. Enjoy part 1!!!

Karry's P.O.V.

Excitement bubbled my soul, I truly couldn't believe that I was going to do this. I had always wanted this, it was my passion and dream. Who wouldn't want to accomplish their dreams! As I looked through the car window, I saw the cars pass by one by one and the sky was as clear as ever. This would be a perfect day! One of the best of my life. Well I wish I could talk to Skye. We haven't spoken in over a year now. It was always her that kept me going, she would always encourage me to keep going. I wish I at least could've met her before she said her last good-bye to me. We've never met, but having an online friendship and relationship isn't always easy. I remember that there were days when Skye wasn't even herself. The last conversations we had, I could tell she  was in distress. She wasn't herself and I knew it, I knew better than anyone. She was my best friend and a sister to me. When she left she told me not to be angry at her for stopping at accomplishing her dreams and using her talents to show the world what   she could really. She was a very talented author, one of the best I know. How we met, I thank wattpad. We were both author, I still am, but she seemed to have lost her way. Her fears got ahead of her.   The world  felt like it was crumbling for her, she said. I remember feeling her pain, even if it was  just through messages that we spoke and   got to know each other. She had talent, but she referred to it as a hobby. As, I looked up at the clear blue sky with no fluffy like cotton ball clouds, it made me wonder how she was now more than ever and wish that I could've met her. The plane ride and car ride was exhausting  but my thoughts were just occupied by the thoughts of losing my friend and sister. I had been waiting all  my life for the opportunity to work at DC Comics and now was my chance. I'd be getting there very soon.   I would stay here for about a month or so just to get to know the place.

If I got the job, then I'd move here. I remember Skye saying that I could make it and she was right I did. Oh. Skye, where are you now? I sighed as the car came to a halt and automatically my thoughts were centered on getting this job which was no easy task. I would need to focus. Focus Karry, you've got this. I took a deep breath. I had already left my luggage at the hotel I would be staying at. My aunt had told a producer and story line writer about my books once she had gotten a hold of my wattpad account. Thanks to wattpad this is possible I guess. My aunt had taken the liberty to print out all of my    books and send it to the producers. Honestly, Skye told me that I had talent and this was what she meant. Now, its my time to shine. I opened the car door and stood in front of the holy grail of comic books and superheroes. The headquarters of DC Comics, wow. It was amazing. The building seemed never-ending.

I could literally start running like crazy and scream. I contained my enthusiasm and kept my cool, smiling and waving at the cab driver and the car farewell. I began walking towards the building and hoped this would go great. the enthusiasm and excitement replacing the feeling of hunger and being homesick. I was greeted by a lady sitting in her desk, presumably the receptionist or maybe even the secretary. As I made my way to the occupied receptionist typing away on her computer. I stood there for an awkward 5 minutes and she didn't seem to notice until I cleared my voice. She immediately took her attention off the screen and put it towards me. She was a brunette with blond highlights and blue eyes. She wore a polka dot dress with a black blazer. Her eyebrow were fine and she seemed to care very much about her appearance, as she began fixing her bun. I spoke up.

"Hi. I'm Karry Edwards, here to see-" She cut me off.

"Oh, your the wattpad writer. We've heard a lot about you. Good luck, knock them dead. Go on in, then take a right and take the elevator to the 5th floor and the receptionist named Maggie should let you in. If not, then tell the any one of the receptionists that you are here to see the publishers on the board room. By the way, I love your Batman x Reader book. "

She fangirled for a measly second before clearing her throat and returning to being professional.

"Enjoy your day." She said half serious, half cheery tone.

She gave me a wink and then I followed her instructions heading up in the elevator to the 5th floor. I giggled at just hearing the elevator music. I walked out once the elevator came to a complete halt. As the receptionist a few floors beneath me said, there was a receptionist in her seat, paying very close attention to the appointments on her computer screen. 

"Um, is Maggie here?" I questioned in a polite tone.

The lady looked at me, "She sure is, what can I do for ya?"

She was an older lady with a humble smile. I only could imitate her smile.

"Um, I'm Karry and I have an appointment with the publishers and writer of the company. They read my stories on wattpad." I uttered with pride.

The last only nodded and looked at her screen.

"Oh, oh my. Yes. Well wait here, while I see if they are ready for you in the boardroom dear." Maggie grinned, getting up walking down the hall and not,coming back after a good 10 minutes.

I only stood there, my body a little stuff at thinking that in 5 minutes I may be standing in front of the DC Comics producing, writing, and publishers body. Honestly, I couldn't wait, but nonetheless I had to look professional or at least act like it. Yeah, gotta be on point and sharp. You got this Karry.

Maggie broke my train of thought as she came up beside me, "Dearie. Dearie? "

I only hmmed in response with a dumbfounded look.

"They are ready for you. Not to worry, they won't bite. Just be yourself and you'll make it through sugar." Maggie said as she let me through.

As I walked down the hall, my smile couldn't but grow as I saw paintings of Superman, Wonder Woman, the Justice League and is that Batman!!! I quickly stopped and looked at it in aww.

I couldn't but take a selfie with the wall in the background. I just loved. I was and still am obsessed with Batman. He's my favorite of all the heroes. I just love him. . .shh, don't tell anyone. As I kept walking I stood in front of the very door that could decide my future, that could make or break my dreams. This is it. You've got this Karry. . .

Skylar's P.O.V.

I walked into  the comic shop around the corner. The brick walls made it seem like an ordinary building, but to me, this wasn't no ordinary building. It was my favorite place to be and my job. How many people do you hear say that you like your job? Well I am  one of them, sure its not anything grand,  but at least its something. I work in a comic book shop that helps me pay my bills and tuition. A year ago, I was depressed and honestly I didn't feel like anything. As I think of how I started out, a sight of this app always makes me smile. Wattpad. The place where all your writing actually means and does something. I had written books when I was younger and they were surprisingly read. My friend Karry, always was there to cheer me up, until I decided I couldn't do it anymore. I felt  bad for signing off forever, but I couldn't put up with all my responsibilities. My mother said I had always wasted too much time on it and frankly, I wouldn't have much time to spare. I graduated high school at age 15  and after that it went downhill. I began writing to waste the time, Karry was laways there supporting me. It wasn't until past recollections made me vulernable that I decided it was better to quit my writing. Karry always told me I had talent, but I never understood why she told me that. All I did was write what I thought, like if it were a show or a movie. I never did like English, but I always loved to let people read your work. I was all fine until I began with my nightmares and I began getting ill, emotionally and mentally. Negative thoughts began absorbing my train of thought and Karry insisted on helping. She gave me a temporary fix until I decided that it wasn't fair to keep putting her under the same thing all over again. I couldn't stand to put Karry in this situation, so I gave up writing all together. Now, I am almost 17 and I am paying for my college tuition.

I went to school as a graphic designer and now I work as a cashier at a comic shop, great. I moved away just for college. At the moment, I was standing behind the cashier desk waiting for a customer to come by. I usually sat in my seat and waited for someone to be ready to pay. While that happened, I would read away the books I had checked out at the library which so happened to be around the corner, across the street. My shift was almost over until 10 customers came in. I overheard them talking about the comic con. Already talking about the comic con, eh. Well, that was in 3  months time. So the comic shop would get really busy around that time. They would ask about recommendations and costume ideas. I loved this part of the year, since we were in New York , where headquarters of DC Comics were, this years Comic Con would be really big. They finally decided to make it here in New York. The big apple is very expensive hence the  expensive tickets, but it is so worth it   if your are a fan like me and Karry are. I sighed at the thought of Karry, she was probably doing fine without me. It had been a year since my   sign off and I really did miss her, but I couldn't  go back. With having 3 jobs, paying the rent, having enough money to eat and paying for college was a lot of work. With lots of work and no time,  I had to stop writing much to anyone's concern. I clocked out of my shift and began the journey to  the library and then to my next job. I worked at the comic shop on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesday mornings from 7:30 to 2:45. After I would only have 3 hours of rest before I would have to go work at my afternoon job, a part time photographer for a lady working in a news press. I would have to be there at 5:50 and work until 11 when I had finished re-writing the story and then I would have to have the pictures taken. The pictures would be taken first before I had write and edit for her. She gave me that job so I had to do my best, but not once did I tell about my wattpad account and previous works of my imagination. Madame Vasquez was the best in her work, I would only assist her in making her writings more professional and attracting. It was nothing more, nothing less.

Madame Vasquez was an amazing writer and I would assist and witness her and her works. I worked with Madame Vasquez on Wednesday afternoon, and every afternoon after that until Saturday afternoon. On Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning, I worked at the café right in front of the location of this years Comic Con, aka the Headquarters of DC Comics. I wonder if they will ever be a day where I meet Karry. She has been on my mind a lot lately, I've been missing writing and I wonder if she even remembers me. Oh, well today I headed to Madame Vasquez's office who had texted me about a revelation story she had found and was going to publish on her paper. I groaned at the many texts she sent me, but sometimes you don't know when destiny may hit you hard in the head. Madame Vasquez said this was the case, but honestly I don't believe in fate anymore. Its just a fairytale and a story people choose to believe. I'm not one of those people, I'm  a realist and fate is just a four letter word where authors and novelists take it  to make it to   New York Time's best selling list. Fate.. . .I have no belief in such a word or thoughts, but  all I know is that people can be persuaded and they can change people's views, not mine. Fate here and there, such an old theme. People should wake up, but now more than ever I am reminded of how empty I felt when I left Karry. Her presence is making me feel as if everything will be ok and I miss that. Oh, Karry where are you now. The world is different now that you aren't here anymore. I snapped out of my thoughts and headed towards the office early, this better be good because I have a feeling this might change me for better or worse. . .

I shook those feeling off and entered the tidied up office. Madame Vasquez seemed glad to see me.

"Your here! Finally. What took you so long?" Madame Vasquez's impatience was evident throughout her tone.

I repied in a casual tone, "I had to drop books off in the library. Whats so important about this story Madame Vasquez?"

I kept my tone in a polite manner. Madame Vasquez only squealed pushing me into the next room. I only walked in lunging motion.

"Look at this! We've received news that DC Comics is producing a new line of comics!!! Finally. . .the DC universe is open to something new. Your a superhero fan, help me out. " Madame Vasquez said as I took a seat on a comfy cushion seat.

"Lets see what we have here. . ." I said trying to sound excited.

I read through and it seemed as if they were hiring a new face to the body of producers and writers at DC. I groaned at the remembrance of Karry. I gulped. I tried looking intigued, but it didn't seem to work. Madame Vasquez read right through me.

"Honey, you aren't happy?" Madame Vasquez suddenly spoke up.

I pushed the papers away and began typing away on the computer, but Madame Vasquez stopped me by unplugging the keyboard.

"Hey." I groaned.

"Sweetie. Something is wrong. You haven't been like this since . . .since when I first got this job. I don't pry into personal affairs, but what's wrong? Did this bring something up?" Madame Vasquez began probing me.

I rolled my eyes, "No. I'm just tired."

Madame Vasquez didn't buy it, "Mmm no, honey something's up, spill or your fired!"

My eyes immediately shot up, "You are going to fire me just like that! Because I'm fine. Wow."

Madame Vasquez smirked, "You better spill, now."

I sighed, "It reminded me of someone. Someone I haven't talk to in a year. It was her dream to work there and she always loved Batman."

I smiled at the conversations we used to have. Past memories. They bring pain and joy all at the same time.

"Maybe you can text her or reconnect with her. It would help your esteem a lot." Madame Vasquez suggested.

I rolled my eyes, this was going to be a long afternoon and work day. Just stay strong. . .I got this. . .maybe?