My name is Kacie Idol. I’m married and have the most beautiful and audacious baby girl. I was born and raised in the small town of Kernersville, North Carolina. Population=congested. As the middle child of 3 sisters, I’ve always had a certain fire in me; whether it was fighting over who got the front seat or making questionable decisions myself just to say that it was my choice.
So far my life experiences have taught me hundreds of lessons, even if it was the hard way. I’ve also seen a lot of close friends go through some pretty crazy things in their personal lives and relationships too; the kind of stuff movies are made of. These experiences in love, lust, regret and heartbreak inspired me to write a story about a young woman’s life; growing, learning and loving. I thought about it for months before I actually started to write it all out, but on November 1st, 2014, the character of Corinne was born. She’s a pretty cool and fun loving girl living in a popular beach town in North Carolina. Corinne seemed like she had it all together. With her looks, personality and charisma, one might assume she had it all but the one thing she lacked was what she wanted more than anything. She finally discovers that sometimes you have to take your happily ever after into your own hands.
This story is her journey to find herself and the discovery of where true happiness lies, whether it’s in the arms of a certain someone from her past, or in a dream she forgot she had. The question is, what does she want? And when she finds it, what will she do with it?
I have already written the entire story containing 22 chapters and am very eager for feedback regarding chapter’s 1-4. Let me know your thoughts, please!
The sunlight spilled into the bedroom window through the faded gold curtains and onto the pillow, illuminating her wavy blonde hair. Corinne was nestled in her queen bed entangled in a white duvet fit for a king, still wearing her clothes from the evening before. Most mornings she was up and out on a nearby running trail for half an hour by now. She was showered and dolled up most mornings, ready for the day before the sun had even made its way over the North Carolina coast. Most mornings, she was composed and cheery as she greeted the locals at her favorite coffee house just two blocks away from where she lived; she certainly would not be hung over as hell, but today proved to be unlike most mornings. She turned on her side but before she could use her forearm as a shield, a beam of sunlight stabbed her directly in her eyes. Slowly she began to pry them apart and noticed the room was a little blurry and so was her mind.
“Wait, this is my room right?” she thought but before panic could set in she noticed Charlie lying at the foot of her bed, possibly judging her with his big brown eyes. Everything came into focus as she used her elbows to slightly prop herself up in bed to get a better view. Charlie had been Corinne’s right-hand man for a while, going on nine years now. He also has dark brown fur, four legs and a tail. His stout physique gives him a very bear-esque appearance, definitely the kind of dog you don’t approach or mess with unless you know him. He lifted his head and started to wag his tail at the sight of her sitting up, then began his persistent whining informing her that it was past time for breakfast. The thought of food made her stomach turn but unlike her, Charlie didn’t get completely wasted last night so he was ready for the day while she was ready for an aspirin. The word irresponsible felt like it should be stamped on her forehead for the world to see. With her eyes now barely squinted and one hand on her nightstand she rolled to her right holding on for support. Her weight caused the table to shift on the wooden floors and a slender blue vase of flourishing white tulips teetered for a second before settling back down; “Crisis averted” she thought and with a groan her feet touched the cold hardwood floors.
She felt old. Not the “retire to the Florida Keys” kind of old but maybe too old to be staying out drinking all night long. Maybe in her early twenties but she was officially an adult now, twenty-eight years old, self sufficient and with a good job. Well, that last part was debatable but nonetheless it was a job. Her writing career didn’t exactly take off like she had hoped it would, so after college and more years of waiting tables than expected, she took a position as a receptionist through a temp agency. That is all it was supposed to be, temporary, like a stepping stone. But that’s how things go, stepping stones become familiar and comfortable and before she knew it, she had lost sight of her dreams. But either way,...