How Movellas Changed My Life

*To Niall, the bestest, kindest, most patient friend I have ever had. As long as I live, I shall never forget you.* When Clover, shy and quiet fourteen-year-old hears of Movellas, she finds out she actually has a talent for writing. Movellas becomes her life. But how will her ex-popular friend Helen cope with this sudden surge in popularity for Clover? Will she be pleased or will she do her best to sabotage her reputation on Movellas?


2. My First Fan

When I got home after that English class, I did my homework, then looked at Movellas. It grabbed my attention as soon as I got on the site. My recently-bought pink Dell laptop showed the website perfectly. But forget the laptop, Movellas looked like my kind of chill-out place. I added an account under the pen name LuckyClover4Leaves.


Then I got the hang of the website. I saw that you had to write short stories and movellas in order to get fans. You also read other peoples stories and commented, liked, favourited and fanned the writer if you wanted to. I was drawn to some of the stories. Some were amazing.


When I felt brave enough, I uploaded a chapter of the short story I wrote for English. Then I signed off the laptop. Looking at the clock I saw I had been on Movellas for 3 hours. Wow! Time had flown! I checked my phone and realised Helen had texted: Heyya bbz can I come over? Home alone :(

That was about ten minutes ago. I sighed. Texted Helen:

Course! Ur house is my house lol :D


Later that evening, when Helen was about to leave, I urged her to try the site. She agreed easily. When she was gone I stretched out on my bed. It was a comfortable double bed in a comfortable sized room. The walls were lilac, much to my Dads horror, and there was posters all over the wall behind my bed. The other side was a huge wardrobe.


I suddenly remembered Movellas. I checked my emails for notifications and I saw someone had commented on my Movella! Excited, I added a tab and went on Movellas. Oh my goodness! I actually had a fan! I hurriedly fanned back. I was seriously unable to hold my excitement. When I went to bed that night, I was unable to stop thinking: My fist fan! Wow! They like my writing!

I felt so excited.

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