New novel?

Kelsey was almost squealing with anticipation. It was, as the children called it, the jigsaw day. Each year, on the anniversary of their birth each child is told a secret up until the age of 17. On their 17^th birthday it was rumoured that they learn the most exciting life changing news and today it was Kelsey’s day to put the jigsaw together. I’m getting ahead of myself, for this is not the beginning, nor is it the end. This is...well, I’ll let you wait and see.

You must first know that she has the most peculiar trait as to write down what is happening in her life every time something in her rather uneventful life changes. Her life has been completely repetitive for her, but she found joy is the small thing and sorrow in the equally minuscule. Majority of these, let’s call them letter, have been written on jigsaw days since her first, her 4^th Birthday.  

So this is like the start of my novel 'n' stuff.

I'm not promising that it will be good or even worth reading but here are a few paragraphs to start with 

There is nothing like the feeling on sliding a beautiful dress on. It is a perfectly tailored masterpiece design to show of the beauty within. Who am I trying to fool? Anyone can change how they look on the outside. The rich can look poor, the happy can look sad even a man can look like a woman. This isn’t them and by extension the clothes aren’t theirs. I am not implying that these people should be deprived of the clothes that they have payed for and may have some sort of emotional attachment to, I am simply saying that these people that lack knowledge of what they should wear. People that are like me must nudge these people toward what they should wear, making the world a more beautiful place.

Dressing is quite a difficult task; it is so more than simply throwing some piece of material onto your body and classifying yourself as suitable to be seen by other human beings. Okay, I admit I am being a little bit harsh. Not everyone on the planet dresses badly...they just don’t dress as well as me and other people who utilize this much brain space fantasizing over a dress that does not even exist in the middle of first period Geography. Tis such a pointless class, a dull mesh of things that we are forced to learn but have no real purpose or connection to one another. A boring subjected with an equally boring teacher. He’s a thin tall man with light sandy hair. His eyes are set far back in his head and his face in a boring emotionless state. His clothing gigantic on his lanky body and are awfully repetitive: Beige shirt, brown pants and cream tie, white shirt, beige pants and brown tie, brown check shirt, cream tie and (watch out) black pants. If there is one thing I can’t fault Mr Reynolds on it’s his consistency. 

The beginning

Hey there,
This is the place I will put out drafts of my 'novel'. It is a void to be filled with many character profile and excuses for not writing. Actually, you don't matter. This is just to motivate myself. I didn't complete NaNoWriMo and I hate that I didn't so I need to prove to myself that I can actually write a 'novel' like story. 
My next post will be the novel so don't think it's me ha
okay I hope we have a lovely adventure together. 
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