Switched My NanoWriMo Project


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Happy Day 1 Nano Wrimers! I hope you are so happy to be starting this journey as I am. I switched my project and I’m now writing a psychological thriller called ” The Moderator”  which is about an obsessed YouTuber who stalks someone that he is subscribed to. This book will have great twists and turns! There may even be some things that you recognize if you have a channel of your own. Check out my unedited snippet of what’s to come.

 

***DISCLAIMER THE FOLLOWING WRITING PIECE HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED***   

Copyright © 2017 by Krystol Diggs 

 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

The Moderator

A Novel by Krystol

Prelude

I was tired of him always talking about me. Sure, I knew he wasn’t in my state and could not hurt me, but he was always talking trash on YouTube. Sure he was good looking, at least he looked better than me. I hate my looks. My curly black hair  and my coke bottle glasses is my daily nightmare. I never had a girlfriend before because I was teased. But, then there she was. She was just my type, chocolate, beautiful smile and the way she walked  away from the camera made me want to subscribe right away. I wanted to instantly talk to her until I saw him. He was there, entertaining and taking over the conversation. The chat room was very busy on this day and I could not wait to get my turn to ask her a question. I sat on my bed with my ear plugs as she talked about her favorite book. I don’t really read books, but she said she liked Stephen King. I checked out every book that rolled off her pretty pink tongue. The more  she talked, I just watched her. Sometimes she moved forward to read what was being said. As she leaned in her computer, I leaned in mine.

“ So, Kaylee, what are you having for dinner tonight?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes.

“ Geez, this British prick will not stop typing!” I yelled.

“ Oh, Jackson. I am not sure. Maybe some lamb or lobster.” She responded.

I smiled as she talked. Lobster was my favorite. This had me excited. We had something in common. I knew that this was a good thing. Kaylee was going to be mine and mine only. I had to stop this Jackson character first.

***

Kaylee wasn’t on any of her social media sites. I had all of her IP addresses hacked from when I video chatted her the other day to talk about music. She told me what kind of music she liked and I made her a playlist. It was that easy. Her beauty did not captivate me too much only because I had a job to do. The more she talked, the easier it was for me to hack and get into her accounts. Once I did the job, now when she logged on, I was notified and able to access her messages and e-mails. Jackson e-mailed her almost daily and he was starting to piss me off. I mean after all, Kaylee is mine, not his. But, for some reason she feels safe around him.

Looking at flights, I had to get the best price for a round trip to London. I had to pay Jackson a visit. First, I wanted to scope the town out and see what it had to offer. After all, it is London. I had to get something for Kaylee since she is obsessed with the country. I have no idea why. London is crowded and filled with a bunch of people who try to show their uppity asses as important. But, whatever Kaylee wanted, Kaylee got.

“ Let’s see, American Airlines, South West, Delta. Which flight is cheaper for a one way?” I thought to myself.

There was a knock on the door. I did not hear it at first until she yelled at me.

“ Artie! Hey, Artie!”

I look over and see my mom in front of me waving her arms. I paused Kaylee’s video and took my head phones off.

“ Mom, what is it? I’m busy.” I said.

“ Artie, dinner is ready. And why can’t you clean your fucking room, you little shit!” She yelled at me.

I wanted to kill her. Ever since it was told to her that I had a learning disability and speech problem, she hated me.  It did not bother me much because the feeling was mutual. All she cared about was her rich husband.

“ I will eat when I get ready.  I know how to make leftovers.” I told her.

“ Alright, Artie. Suit yourself. Clean this room, it smells like death.” She said.

“ Mom. I am a an adult now.”

“ You are an adult in a child’s body. You will not amount to anything. Clean your fucking room, or I will take that computer.” She yelled.

I just looked at her as she slammed my door.

“ Fucking bitch!” I yelled at the door.

I took a deep breath and opened the laptop back up. She was still online and talking. Now it was my chance to say something.

“ Hey Kaylee. I like lobster too.” I said.

The butterflies started to swarm in my stomach like that they were flying all around. I never had been so excited to talk to someone in my life.

“ Hey Sellers. Lobster is so good right?”

My smile got even wider. She asked me a question. KayleeReads really spoke to me again.

“ I do like lobster. But, I like you even more.” I said.

I know that I was forward, but I wanted to make her day just as much as she made mine.

“ You are very sweet. Thanks, Sellers.”

The conversation continued between her and I. There were others in the room, but  I tuned them out. Kaylee and I were getting better acquainted.  Then it happened. It was the best day of my life. She said out loud,

“ Hey guys, I am looking for a couple moderators for my room. You know, to block out the trolls and bad people. Is anyone interested?”

I raised my hand in the chat.

“ Okay, Sellers! You got the job.” She said.

I raised my hand in the air to show my victory. I was ready, Jackson was first on my list. It is about to go down because I’m now Sellers, the moderator.

 Thanks so much for reading, I would love to get your feedback! Constructive Criticism only!! 

 

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