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?


1. Finding Movellas

I used to be so depressed. Shy, plain, quiet. No friends. Then I met Helen in secondary school. She was VERY popular. Chin length blond hair, sky-blue eyes, amazing personality, everybody loved her. And for some completely weird reason, she took a shine to me. I'm still trying to work out what it is about my long dark wavy hair, tanned skin and almond eyes she took a liking to.


Her friends couldn't understand it either. What interest could a short loner have with a beautiful Miss Popular? They never said anything, but I could see it in their eyes. Helen urged me to their outings, sleepovers, parties. But her friends never accepted me. Helen knew it too.


So, gradually, Helen and I drifted away from popular life. Helen, Hannah, Poppy, Louise and Clover became Hannah, Poppy and Louise. Helen and I moved to the fringes of the school circles. It was nice, just Helen and I. Well Helen, me and Danté. Just a friend, I assumed Danté was gay. He was too nice to be straight. At fifteen, I was still one of those girls who dreamed of book fantasies.


Ah. The key issue in my story. Books and writing. See, I loved reading. And I was really good at writing. It was about time I was good at something. Helen liked writing aswell. She was pretty good at it too. But for her it was more of a hobby. Me too, at first. Well until I was told about Movellas.




It was a cold morning, mid-December. We were all stuck in English for a double. I liked English though, and so did Helen. The previous week we had all turned in a short story to our teacher Ms. Malone. And the stories were back to bite us in the back-side.


Ms. Malone was giving out stink to most of the class. You could have probably heard her roars from the other side of the school. Dark, curly hair, a freckled face and the tiny size of her, she was slightly more comical than I'm sure she intended. I was pleasantly surprised to find a big red A* and a comment: Very good Clover. I could find no faults, as usual. Your story drew me in. I strongly advice you to check out this website. Good luck!

A. Malone.


So I did check it out. And it changed my life forever.

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