hello, this is Alice Bishop from the future (September 3, 2019). i just want to say that i wrote this two years ago and it sucks. i've become a slightly better writer since i wrote this, and i hope you can judge me on some of my newer works, they're a bit better.

and the author's notes at the ends are straight-up stupid and embarrassing, so i'm sorry for those from the bottom of my heart.

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Once upon a time, an unarguably beautiful and well-endowed woman met a man, got married, had more children than a Catholic rabbit, and lived happily ever after in financial security, unconditional devotion, and utter commonality.

I would like to say that I would like to think that I would have wanted that life if things hadn't naturally been different, but I can't. (If that makes any sense.) Even though that life may be perfectly fine for others, I never had a chance of having it. In my own opinion, at least, I did not meet a man. I mean, I have met men, obviously, but I did not meet a man. Though I would eventually marry, I would only have one child, and we would share no blood-relation, but he would be my son no less. While I would live happily ever after, it would not be in financial security, as that is but a dream unless you are apart of the 1% — whoever they are. And although a life of devotion would await me, it would be anything but common. Every year a new atmosphere, everyday a new laugh shared, every minute a new smile.

By now you may be asking yourself: Is this narrator going to keep lecturing about how amazing their life is or is something going to happen? The answer is: it depends on your definition of 'happen.'

My eye lids popped open, and I saw the stucco wall I had watched for the last fifteen years of my life. I leaned up in my bed and saw the message I had strategically placed where I would see it the week before. "Going to airport on Tuesday. Get dressed now." I pulled the earbuds out of my ears, and jumped up and threw on my clothes as fast as I could. With a loose, grey shirt, comfortable tights, a pair of mismatched ankle socks, and a green jacket that was assumably, in hindsight, too small for me — I looked like I had for the last two weeks.

An ominous creeeak echoed through the walls, like it always did when someone stomped up the hallway to my room. I flopped into a theatrical pose on the ottoman next to the mirror, my arm outstretched in the air, one leg crossed over the other, expecting Mom to barge in the door in three, two, one...

"Honey," she said, looking me up and down, "what are you doing?"

"Just making the best of my privacy being constantly invaded," I said.

"Jacky, we can talk about getting you a lock later. We're almost right on time for being late — as usual."

"Well, I'm already dressed. Maybe you should be encroaching on someone else's territory right now," I smirked.

"'Encroaching'?" Judgmental Mom Tone activated. "You need to stop wasting all your time on Thesaurus."

Yeah, that might be a veracious approximation — I neglected to acquiesce, regardless.

She disappeared from the doorway, and I rolled my eyes so hard they were liable to have gotten stuck. I threw my phone, a single granola bar, a pocket knife — that was more likely to be used to cut a sandwich in half than anything cool — into my pocket. I made my way through the hallway, down the stairs, and to the mini van that awaited outside. It was a while (approximately four-minutes and thirty-eight seconds) before Mom and Phil finally arrived at the van.

"I've been waiting forever!" I said, eruptive as I was, flinging my hands in the air, as Mom got in the driver's seat and Phil climbed in shotgun. "Hey, why does Phil get to sit in the front?"

"Because I'm gonna ask Raegan to sit in the back with you," Mom said. "You two were the best of friends. I'm sure you'll click as soon as you see each other and you'll be gabbing like she never left."

"I don't even remember Raegan. Just that her parents wouldn't let her watch Alien with me."

"I have so many memories of you two. You were inseparable in pre-school. I remember you going around telling the teachers how much you loved her. This one time you threw your arms around her and kissed her on the nose, and said, 'Your my Rae!' Isn't that sweet?"

"No homo," Phil said. I punched him in the shoulder as best I could from my vantage point. "What? It was a joke, freak."

"Anyway," Mom said, ignoring Phil. "You were devastated when she left. But it seems you've gotten over it."

"It was like ten years ago," I said. "I doubt she remembers anything, ether."

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Hello people! This is my new book, and I hope you like it. If you do, then leave a comment, vote, or message me, if you don't, then that's your opinion, I guess. 

I'm not sure when I'll post the next chapter, as I'm trying to be more chiiill, but I won't NOT post it -- if that makes sense. 

And to the Termagant fans out there, if there are any of you, I'm sorry but Termagant 2 is no longer in production...by me. It seems to have taken it's course, but if you do need to know what happens to Roary and the gang please message me and I'm sure I'll be inspired! 

Thanks and marry Xmas/happy holidays/happy new year/happy atheist food and garbage day, etc.! 

- Alice