"This life isn't a fairytale, there is no happily ever after, and I wouldn't expect to find prince charming nestled somewhere waiting to rescue you. No one is going to save you, that is something you might as well accept now, go ahead prepare yourself for the inevitable end. It's not going to be pleasant or kind, no one is going to care if you're crying or in pain. In fact they'll probably enjoy both. That is the harsh, disgusting truth of the real world and it only gets worse from there." Dr. Robinson drawls out this bit of advice in his typical bland voice which reminds me of the noise a paper shredder makes when it's clogged. Not that I don't agree with him, the real world fucking sucks. My only question is why an English literary professor would even care, aren't they supposed to live in some fantasy world? Apparently Dr. Robinson's wife left him for his father, which is not only horrible it's pretty fucking gross. Dr. Robinson himself isn't bad looking in a nerdy Johnny Depp kind of way but he is at least 50 which would put his Dad pushing 70 easy. Vomit. "I have decided to skip the typical Scarlet Letter, Wuthering Heights book report to save all of us the insane boredom that comes along with that shit. Instead I am going to ask you to write your own story. Something real, something passionate, and for fuck sakes something that won't require me to drink a 5th of gin before reading it." Dr. Robinson gave us all free reign to write the best or worst contemporary novel our 20 something year old brains could come up with. I could tell you that I never would have written this story without him but, fate has a funny way of fucking people over no matter what. So to quote the great doctor once more, "This story isn't a fairytale, there is no happy ending and prince charming is a pussy."- Rachel.
Chapter 1:
--Book--
Teagan is the average high school student that always manages to slip under the radar even though she is actually super intelligent. She would much rather watch old serial killer documentaries then solve algebraic equations and test the reactivity of Na and X, even though that combination would probably cause a pretty fucking amazing explosion. So there she was drinking bubble tea, sitting on the steps outside the local movie theater in her burn, Bundy, burn t-shirt and cut off jeans reading the latest theory on who Jack the Ripper really was when she saw something she was never meant to.
"I seem to have misplaced my phone, do you think you could call a tow truck for me?" a rather attractive looking man in his early thirties asks the brunette with the big boobs who is wearing far too little clothing and twirling her hair around her index finger like an idiot. Teagan rolls her eyes, the bitch couldn't be anymore obvious that she wants to fuck the guy. Sure he was hot, even Teagan who considered such things as sexual intercourse beneath her realized that.
"Sure, love" big boobs says in a breathy voice that made Teagan want to offer her an inhaler. The woman then looks down towards her purse when the man pulls her closer and presses two fingers to the side of her throat making her collapse into unconsciousness. Teagan's eyes widen as the man deposits the women's belongings into a near by trashcan and "helps" her into his car. To any other bystander it would look innocent like the woman had been drinking and he was her friend. "Fuck me," Teagan whispers her eyes following the man's every movement. As the man starts to back out of the parking lot his eyes meet her and they stare at one another, him recognizing that she knows what he is and her trying not to have a fucking heart attack. When he realizes that she isn't going to stop him, at least not at that moment he smirks and offers her a silent challenge. Teagan blinks and stands up quickly dropping her tea and book on the ground, the man seems to chuckle before he put the car in gear drives calmly out of the parking lot. Teagan stares at the car as it disappears onto the main highway, she can feel her heart pumping a millions beats a minute and her legs shaking as the adrenaline races through her veins. "Holy shit," she whispers trying to make sense of her own thoughts. She knew no one was going to take her seriously if she reported the abduction, not in Gainesville where college students are forever getting drunk and riding off with strangers and certainly not in Bronson where nothing that interesting ever happens. She grabs her book and tea off the ground and walks over to the trash can where she pulls out the ladies purse searching through it for her wallet. "Candace Hawthorne," Teagan reads over the women's name a few time before tossing everything back in the trash. Teagan wanted to recognize the name whenever her body was found and then she would go to the dump site herself and she would tell someone what she saw, maybe.
--Reality--
I am not sure what I was expecting to happen when I handed over the first chapter to Dr. Robinson for "approval" but, what did happen was definitely not it. "Miss. Galloway, this is an interesting start. Where do you plan to take this novel?" Dr. Robinson sets the copy of the chapter down on his desk and leans back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, "I assume that you are not going to make it just another boring psychological thriller where the good guy catches the bad guy and everyone flies off into the sunset on a fucking unicorn."
Sometimes I really want to punch this guy. "No, Dr. Robinson. I plan to take this story on a ride no one has ever ventured towards before." I am not sure at that moment what that ride would be but I would be damned if it would be just another happy ending.
Dr. Robinson arches a dark well plucked brow and taps the papers on his desk, "If you mean that Miss. Galloway then I look forward to continuing to read your novel. If not well, you'll be settling for a C as your final grade."
"I understand Dr. Robinson," I say through gritted teeth as I imagine slamming his smug face into his desk and knocking all of his down his throat. He waves his hand to dismiss me and I calmly stand up and walk out of his office. "Stupid fuck," I mutter when I get into the hallway. It really is no wonder his wife left him, an old floppy dick is still better than the whole person being one. I would love to write the perfect novel just to shove down his stupid ass throat but, in order to do that I was going to need some inspiration. "Fuck my life," I grumble as I climb into my car and throw my bag on the seat next to me.
