Chapter 1

A Chapter by CalvinnTay

My idea was to publish a book and my only marketing strategy was selling it to the 1% of the population of both Malaysia and Singapore. What could go wrong? Answer - Everything!

I never wrote a book before, nor had I known how to. I didn't know who to look for and I didn't know what to write about. There was so many things that I did not know. I was excited by this. All my life I had learned everything I did not know; I was not scared. It seemed to me as a challenge, so I accepted it.

I was a high school student with nothing more than an idea. I believed that my IQ had dropped by 80% when I decided to publish the book. I had no idea what I was doing. I believed my mistake started there, I should have never started the book if I knew this was the ending.

I'm still here in my room, my face was buried in my palms, I tried hard not to look at the check I just received. It was a pitiful sight. My mind was blank, but, it was noisier than ever. All these negative, harsh voices entered my thoughts, "You're a fool! You don't have what it takes," came from a mocking tone. "Got anymore bright ideas?" said with a sarcastic voice. I tuned out and just decided to watch an anime. I wanted to be distracted.

It was morning when I woke, I had to go for my usually Saturday jog. I changed and got on my bike, then I cycled to the park. You could see a clear reflection from the lake at this time. The paths bent with the land and the trees looked as it made the path for us to run on. Such serenity and beauty, but I was oblivious. I waited for my friend, Jake to show up. Surprisingly, he was early.

"How's it going, Zedd!?" He asked

"I'm not in the mood. Let's just run and go home," I replied.

Throughout the whole run, my mind was racing like a horse. "You can't let them know about your book sales," I thought. Then the inevitable question was asked.

"How are your books selling?"

Things happen when you least want them to. "It's doing fine." I answered. I diverted his attention with another question about school. I tried my best to be interested in the subject, anything to keep him from talking about my book.

"I know that something is bothering you. I've known you long enough to know at least that," Jake stated. "Few things could bother you. It would either have to be a girl or money. So which one is it, Zedd?" He continued.

"It's not a girl." I said.

"Then I think you should ask your father for advice, Zedd."

"I'll think about it," There really wasn't much to think about. I would never ask for his advice even on my death bed. I hated him.

I came back home and had breakfast with my mom. I asked, "How can I sell more of my books, mom?" As I took a piece of pancake and stuffed it into my mouth.

"I don't know. I never written one before," She replied.

"Who should I ask that does?" I inquired. I was hoping that she gave me another answer besides the one that I didn't want to hear.

"Your father," she answered. "It's his turn to take care of you for the next two weeks, anyways. Please, try to get along with him, okay?" she continued.

I had to ask for help from someone that I hated. At this point, I thought the Universe was 100% against my decision to publish the book. I remained quite.

"He is the only one that can help you with your problem. Think of it this way, don't see it as asking for help, but as using his help." I couldn't tell if she was grinning or smiling. but I was definitely smiling from hearing that answer.

Kent, that's what I called him. He was never a father to me. Not after every thing he did to me. But I'll see what he has to say. If I like it, then I'll take his advice and act on it. If I don't then things will remain the same. I wasn't going to lose either way, so I'll use his help. Some call him Midas, he could turn anything into gold.

I got up early on the Sunday morning, I had to travel to the outskirts of town. I got into the limousine, the driver assisted me with my bags. I was nervous, I admitted. I hated him but he was an intimidating man nonetheless. I understood the power of money, so I understood his power. "Tell Jenna to make an appointment with me and Kent on Tuesday, I need only 10 minutes of his time." I instructed the driver.

"Of course, sir." he replied.

My heart was pounding, but I can't be scared; I had to do this, there was no other way. The Midas Touch is the only thing standing in my way from achieving my goal. I will not be denied of the only thing that is precious to me. Never.

The mansion was in sight. I released a sigh and whispered to myself, "So it begins."

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Your writing is easy to digest Calvinn - I liked the limo reveal towards the end - I was challenged immediately by class feelings. If your mentioned limos in the prologue I wouln't have read any further, I feel.
Being working class Im averse to feeling compassionate towards money people (thats a personal thing not a generalisation) but seeing as he hates his dad who seems to be a capitalist fat cat then he got some sympathy from me plus I want to see him 'stick it to the man' - this 'Midas Touch' dad - now.
I think theres only been three books on here that I have read chapters back to back - this is one of them. Kudos