What A Book Brings

Author's Note : I need to give credit to Caleb Weigt, who unknowingly gave me the idea for this story. This story is sort of based off his story, Good News, so go read it! Enjoy!

I woke up one morning to hear my doorbell ding-dong a million times and shouts from outside. I crawled out of bed and changed quickly and brushed my hair before going downstairs and to my front door. Before opening it, I peeked out the window and saw about fifty people standing right outside my house. I opened the door and was suddenly swarmed with reporters and fans and everyone in between.

"Woah! Woah! Hey! Hello? Please! Quiet down!" I sighed as the group quieted down until there were only a couple of whispers here and there.

"Come back tomorrow." I retreated back into my house and closed my door. I locked it and leaned up against it. I heard cries of disappointment, and cries of anger. I could hear some reporters swearing at some points and laughed when I did. Once all of the noise faded, I walked into my kitchen and saw a note on my counter.

Reporters coming. Make sure you look nice. Have a great day! Too late for that. I threw that in the trash can and then went over to my fridge. I opened it up and pulled out my fruit container. I sat it on the counter and closed the fridge door. I popped open the container and popped a piece of a strawberry in my mouth. I got out my blender from one of the bottom cupboards and plugged it in. I put my fruit in and watched as the fruit got chopped up and turned into my smoothie. I poured the smoothie into a cup and took a sip. I put the blender in the sink and turned around to the island. I opened up my laptop-which was sitting on the counter-to see over two hundred emails in my inbox. I started going through them, and all of them were from fans about my book. When I was about a quarter of the way through, I was getting tired, so I took the rest of my smoothie and moved to the couch.

For the rest of the day, I just went through emails and checked how much money I was making from my book. Thousands upon thousands of copies were selling every hour.

By the end of the day, I was super tired and ready for bed. So, I fell asleep staring up at the ceiling, thinking about how many reporters would show up the next day.

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The morning started off as normal as it could be. I did the same routine as the day before and it was already one before I heard the knocks at my door.

I got up and was ambushed (yet again) by reporters. They all started talking at the same time, and I had to start answering more than three questions at a time after fifteen minutes passed. That's because people just kept on showing up. They only started leaving around about three, but there was still a good sized group left. I had to go through them and then finally they left. I decided to take the day off of book duty, and asked my publishers if they could do the things that I normally would do. They agreed, but reminded me that a more reporters might show up. I told them I understood, and then I took my time making a bowl of ice cream for myself.

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I rolled my eyes when I heard the millionth knock at my door that day. I paused my soap opera and got up from my slouching position on the couch. I walked to the front door and took a deep breath while practicing my smile. I swung the door open and smiled.

"Hi! I'm Deborah Nicole from News, News, and More News! I am here to ask you a few questions about your book that was just published; A Phoenix, Magic, and Love." Deborah whipped out a notepad and pencil and looked at me expectantly.

"Yes, of course. That sounds great! Ask away!" I smiled even wider, trying to hide my lie about it being great. Deborah smiled a true smile and looked at the man who was holding a camera. She nodded and he nodded back, so she turned her attention back to me.

"Now, Miss Lillo, our first question is where you actually got the idea for your novel? Mostly because because it's such an odd story line, nothing like most people would normally write." Deborah put a microphone out to me and I took a breath with my eyes closed.

"I actually got this idea when I was about ten or eleven years old. I was already working on my first book, Jade West Untold, and I ended up ditching that idea and focusing on the book I was already writing. I was going through some of my old papers and found a paper from around then with a story outline scribbled out. I went on from there." I watched as Deborah withdrew the microphone and started scribbling in her notebook. After a minute, she looked back up at me.

"Who inspired you to become a writer in the first place?" The rest of the questions were similar, with me going into details for the answers but not going crazy. Deborah and her cameraman left after about a half hour of question and answers. Once they were gone, I closed the door and plopped back down on the couch and continued my soap opera. I ended up falling asleep there and not waking up until the next morning when there was a loud rapping at my door.

I didn't want to get up, but I knew that it wasn't a reporter. My friend, a published author, had said that all of the reporters would come one day and then wouldn't come back. So, I took my time getting up and walking to the door.

"Hello?" I groggily rubbed my eyes as I opened the front door. Standing in front of me was a young boy, no older than twelve. I looked down at him and he looked up at me.

"Hello, Mother."

To be continued...