I'm also trying to find a name, so I'm out for suggestions. So far I'm thinking The Deadly Nightshade, mostly because of the way the story will happen, but feel free to give suggestions please!

Ok, I will!

Ok! :)

If you guys like it, I will keep posting whenever I make new chapters too!

@taytayy OMG rly, I didn't expect this

@Jared tyyy

I can also give the summary that will be seen on the back of the book or online when you search the book if you want!

So, as you can read, I've started a new book, and uhhh, can you guys tell me what you think? This is just the prologue. Would you guys continue to read this book?

Prologue

“So, your family, let’s…uhhh…let’s talk about that, why don’t we?” Dr. Schwartz, the therapist Dawn had been forced to see, finally broke the silence. They had been sitting there for about twenty minutes with no conversation. Dawn, surprised, looks up at the lady she claimed to be crazy sitting in front of her with a note pad.

“What do you want to know?” Dawn spoke with a sort of smart tone in her throat. She didn’t want anything to do with anyone. Especially not a therapist.

“Just, uhhh, tell me about them.”

“There’s nothing much to tell. They’re all gone.” She had a breif pause before speaking again, “My dad killed himself when I was about thirteen. Not long after, my brother killed himself, I think I was…fourteen then.” She takes a second to think and hesitates before she continues, “My mom, was murdered…but, before that, she was a drunk. She was also a drug addict. And now, I’m 21.” Dawn chuckles a bit, not realizing the ridiculous actian as she did so. Dr. Schwartz jots down a few notes and Dawn leans forward a bit to see what she’s writing, but she pulls the note pad out of view. “They thought I did it.” Dawn speaks quietly, but loud enough for Dr. Schwartz to hear.

“Pardon?”

“I said, ‘they thought I did it.’ They thought I murdered her, but they found evidence that convinced them otherwise.” Dawn smirks a bit, but tries to hide it, so that Dr. Schwarts won’t notice.

Despite how well Dawn hides her smile, Dr. Schwartz manages to notice, “Is this funny to you?” She doesn’t seem pleased at all with how Dawn is acting.

“No, no, not at all.” Dawn says with a slight sarcastic tone.

“Well, it sure seems like it. You chuckled when you told me your mom got murdered and now you’re smiling because the authorities thought you commited the murder. And, if I’m being honest, I’m beginning to believe they were right.” She crosses her arms with the notepad and pen still in grasp, “This is not something to be smiling about.”

“Actually, I was smirking, there’s a diff-”

Dr. Schwartz interrupts, “That doesn’t make it any better or any worse.”

“Well…”

“‘Well’ nothing, you’re just trying to argue and waste time.”

“You’re actually right about that.” She chuckles, “Surprisingly.” She speaks with a mumble so the lady observing her doesn’t understand her.

“Excuse me?!” She begins to get frustrated.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is something wrong? Did I hit a nerve?” Dawn says in a smart tone, as if trying to infuriate her observer.

“That’s it! I’m done! I’m sick of your smart little comments! This session is over, get out!” Her face turns red in frustration.

“Oh, but, doc, there’s still so much time left.” Dawn continues to smile while still speaking with a smart tone.

“I said ‘get out’!”

“Oh, I know what you said.” Dawn stands up and walks toward the door. She looks back, “Oh, and, nice going there, doc, lashing out on a patient. Good one.” She opens the door and walks out before Schwartz can say anything.

“That young lady is going to get punched someday for acting like that.” She shakes her head while she speaks quietly to herself with a mumble.

Dawn opens the door and pops her head in, “Oh, and for the record, doc, I didn’t murder my mother.” She shuts the door once more, this time actually leaving, but as she walks by the check-in desk, the woman who checked her in wore a confused look.

The woman takes a look at the clock and then glances back at Dawn, “Shouldn’t you still be in your session, young lady?”

“Yes, but doc had enough of me. So, she cut my time short and kicked me out.” She has a smart grin on her face.

“Very well then. See you next session,” she pauses, “If there is one.” She manages to let out a chuckle.

“Yep, see ya.” Dawn begins on her way out of the office and into the streets of Brooklyn.

Call Of Duty is really the only one other than racing games

sing and dance lol, not as a hobby or profesionally, just like chillin and messing around yk

@Catboy-Gaming I agree, google isn't always a reliable source.