Okay…I had to take down A Dream Come True. Not because I didn't like it. I loved the story but I couldn't continue researching the location of the story so I took it down. I'm hoping to rewrite it somewhat and then maybe repost it later on. But meanwhile, I decided to post this story instead. This story is similar to ADCT but of course different.

Full Summary: Bella is a lonely girl with no friends at all. When she was younger, her best friend use to be writing, a friend that could take her places beyond her small home town. But when a teacher told her that her dream of becoming a writer would never happen, Bella quit. Years later, Bella decides to buy some paper and on a whim writes down something. Now, suddenly, Bella's life is changing but what if it was changing to whatever Bella has written on the paper?

Here's is chapter one…Enjoy!

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On Paper
by Nollie Marie

Chapter One

The Paper

Bella's POV

I sighed as everyone around me talked to one another about their plans for the weekend. Shirley from accounting was going out on a date with some guy she met on the internet dating scene. George from legal was on the phone with wife about a visit from his mother. And I already knew that Ginger, the runner, already had a one night stand planned…she had one every Friday night.

Friday nights…no work the following morning…no church either…the perfect night sin at least according to my father. He hadn't been the religious one but he was a cop. Friday nights were the nights he pulled over the most people for driving under the influence and a million other things.

But to me Friday nights seemed like a heaven of sorts. To just hang with friends, have a few beers, have some fun. But that was just beyond my reach. I wasn't the type of person who drank. I had a bad time already with my balance that I didn't need alcohol in my system. And I didn't have friends to hang with even so much as drink for that matter. And fun didn't fit into the equation of someone who didn't drink and didn't have friends.

So I spent my Fridays watching old Disney movies while eating Chinese take out with ice cream for dessert or cuddled into a throw blanket while reading a good book and drinking hot chocolate. And I would be in bed by ten without a fall.

That was my sad lonely life. I worked as a secretary, a position I held since I had started college, for ten hours five days a week, volunteered at the local library on the weekends for six hours, and the rest of the time I read, watched TV, eat and sleep.

I used to write, which had taken a lot of my time when I was in High School…but that was a good four years since I had written anything for fun. It was thanks to one of the assistant professors, who told me my writings were horrible and that I should never write any more.

Since then I never wrote down a single idea. Sure my fingers inched to pick up a pen and write something down or I desperately want to write all over my napkin in the cafeteria about something that popped into my head. But I restrained myself and those ideas would go away.

I sighed as the elevators opened and I walked through the lobby. I pulled out my hand from my pocket and, thankfully the ink didn't run, and read the list of things that I needed from Wal-Mart.

Bread
Hot Chocolate mix
Cereal
Milk
Toilet Paper
Body wash
Lined Paper

I might as well go to the store now before the ink smears more than it already was thanks to my sweaty hands. Maybe I'll pick up a new book in their very limited section of books, not really having a lot of time to go to Borders or another bookstore.

It wasn't entirely hard to find everything in the Super Wal-Mart. I had the six of the top five items from my list in a matter of seven minutes from entering the store. The body wash, lined paper, and maybe a book were on the other side of the store but very close together. I was able to grab a bottle of liquid body wash in a matter of seconds and headed over to the school section for the paper.

I wasn't entirely sure why I needed the paper but I had this strange urge to get it. Wondering down the school supplies, I noted that a lot of the supplies were gone. I heard behind me a mother and daughter talk about school supplies. That's right…school had started up yesterday, that would explain the lack of stuff.

Standing in front of where the paper was, I noted that there was none on the shelves. I sighed. I wondered where Office Depot was. I had just turned towards back towards my basket when I saw something underneath a pile of spiral notebooks. Look closer, I noticed that it was a packet of wide-ruled paper.

"Perfect," I said, smiling before heading over to the book section.

There wasn't anything really appealing there but it was interesting to see what everyone was reading now-an-day. It seemed the supernatural fiction was in because there were a lot of books about vampires and werewolves. After looking through the books, I decided to go check out. Like always, there was a line to pay for things since only a few cashiers where opened. About half an hour later, I arrived back at my apartment. The apartment building was fairly small, only holding about maybe a dozen units, though currently there was one unit down the hall that was empty.

I inserted my key into my door and opened the door, juggling carefully the bag in my arm. I slowly put away the food in the kitchen that was almost part of the living room. I wasn't entirely in a rush. I poured about two glasses worth of milk into the tea pot on the stove and warmed the milk slowly for the hot chocolate. Hot Chocolate tasted better with milk then water. While the milk warmed itself, I put away the toilet paper and body wash in the bathroom.

My apartment was a two bedroom unit. I wasn't entirely sure why I got the two bedroom unit considering I never had people over but the second room was being put to use as storage. I went to my storage room and dug out a notebook binder out of the desk in there.

I brought the binder out to the living room and sat on the couch. I opened the binder carefully considering I didn't want to pinch my fingers again. I opened the packet of paper next and started to place the paper onto the rings. Once all the paper was on there, I closed the rings with pride. I didn't manage to draw blood unlike the last time.

I put the notebook aside and headed back into the kitchen to check the milk. It was pretty warm, not entirely hot so it was drinkable without burning my throat. I mixed part of the chocolate mix into the milk, stirring with a spoon. Once completely mixed in, I headed back to the living room, sitting on the couch.

The notebook was opened so that I kept staring at the paper. The desire was there. I really wanted nothing more than write something down. Carefully setting down my mug of hot chocolate, I dug that pen out from my back pocket.

Lifting the notebook so that it rested in my lab, I positioned my pen at the top. And with a huge sigh, I started writing.

She was never that person where people died to sit with her, no they would die if they were caught sitting with her. She grew up lonely and she never really had any friends. A flush duck didn't consider as a friend. Sure the duck listened to her problems but it was there to offer advice back or protect her back in a fight at school.

What she really craved was a friend—friends actually but to have one friend was more than she had never wished for. And she craved to have one just down from her, someone can she visit whenever, someone to bring laughter to her heart that has been empty of friendship and love.

I stopped and looked down at what I had just written. It wasn't…well it wasn't worth having a million people read it, that was for sure. I yanked the sheet out of the binder and, heading to make another cup of hot chocolate since I drank it all, I threw the balled up paper into the recycling bucket by the trash can.

So…what do you guys think? Review! I'm hoping to update again soon but I have mid-terms this week and an extention on one of my incompletes that I must finish so, I am not update right away.

Huggles,
Nollie

PS—"Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield is a perfect song for this story but also check out the songs that also help this chapter. Thanks to my buddy Jasper Hale Fan for the songs!