When Shadows find Light (SOTAM FF) ✔️

My Bad Author - Sophie's POV

I stormed out the door, fuming slightly. Seriously?? My life literally is like a book. First, he gets the wrong idea with Fitz and me. Then this? This book of mine is HORRIBLE.

I sighed and kicked a leaf. "Seriously?" I sighed. I raised my crystal sluggishly up to the light, too worn out to even protest about this unfair life of a book I had. whispered, "Havenfield." and stepped into the beam of light. But at the corner of my eye, I saw Tam rushing to me, but I was already caught up in the light to even CARE if he apologized or not. I could even be misunderstanding him right now! Which, if my life were a horrible storybook, would be true. So I probably was.

I entered my home and pushed the door open. I mumbled a lame, "Hi," and walked upstairs. I sighed and jumped head-first into my bed. Why? Why was this happening? I mean, I wasn't complaining with us or anything, but really now, author of my bad life story?

I  rubbed my face and tapped my fingers against my leg. What I did now? I don't know. Maybe my awesome life author will do that for me. I thought bitterly. Maybe she'll make my story better than it already is! I grabbed a pillow next to me and tried to rip it. I failed, so I threw it across the room. It landed with a soft thump.

I looked at Iggy, who had squeaked nervously. Don't worry. I'm sorry for scaring you. I transmitted. Iggy looked more relaxed.

Then I returned back to my thoughts and back to spiting the author. Maybe she'll even continue my story, even worse than now! Anyways, that's how my life goes, anyways.

Like a bad storybook, I thought in disdain. A storybook everyone likes, but that they never really understand. That the main character might be hurting, but the readers love it. They feel it. They feel everything. They feel every sad part. They laugh and join in in the character's happy, fun-loving parts. I wonder if I had any parts like those yet.

I sighed and wiped my cheek, where a wet stain remained. I sniffed and glared at the ground. But my character isn't going down. My character is in MY story. I control my own story, and everyone else should, too. I'm not going down in my own story. Sure, I might fall a couple of times, but I'll get up. No. Matter. WHAT.

I stood up, facing the door.

Oh, boy.