Hi guys. I'm int eh process of making a SERIOUS book. I researched the publication process, booking finance, etc.
So, here's a preview of a realistic fiction genre book, with the plot and characters, and stuff.

Protagonists
Nick (myself)
RL (my 2nd best friend who actually understands me)
Good Fate (literally)

Antagonists
Wilner (if you remember the VERY VERY long ago story about how he ripped and stomped on my clothes in Gym class..this is the bitch)
Fat Pat (I'm serious, there is this prick in my real school)
Bad Fate (literally)

Places in the Story
School (obviously)
The Night
The Spot Tree (i'll explain it if you ask me in this thread)
My Backyard

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1: It all started in 5th Grade
Chapter 2: I get a Locker...sort of
Chapter 3: I find my calling and my enemy
Chapter 4: Trouble in the Air
Chapter 5: I meet the 12 year-old live action sumo wrestler of a lifetime
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That's as far as I went so far, I just started the first sentence of the 3rd chapter.
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Comments, questions, suggestions, anything, go in this thread.

That's coooool. Good luck. :)

well the best revenge is to post his stuipid actions in a book and have everybody read it and see what a baby he is

I'll buy the book if I see it.

Good luck.

Good luck :goodluck:

Good luck man. No offense, but I doubt it will get published. If it does, I'll buy it for sure & make it my first fully read book.

Finishing up chapter 3, btw.
If they won't accept eh book because of my age, I'll just ask my brother Pat and he'll publish it :)

Age doesn't matter when trying to do anything. If they make it so it does, it's discrimination and you could sue them.

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Age doesn't matter when trying to do anything. If they make it so it does, it's discrimination and you could sue them.

You could get more money from a lawsuit than you ever could from a book.

Lol. Anyway, this is something special for you guys; here it the ending of chapter 3: :)

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...My eyes opened angrily. My body was seething with rage. I opened my mouth, ready to speak my mind like there was no tomorrow:

"Nobody talks about my father that way. Nobody. He is still alive. The only reason why you try to piss people off is because you have no friends or family. You're a bitch who has no other respect than to shitting out your anger at other people."

Just then, the bus stopped at the sidewalk of my middle school. But nobody moved. Nobody spoke. And everyone was staring at us.
There was silence for about a minute, until I broke it in the most classically casual way I can imagine.
I stood up with my back turned to the green-capped kid. Then I started walking to the bus doors, everybody still staring at me as I walked.
Finally, I turned back at the green-capped kid, who surprisingly still tried to find just a speckle of coolness. I felt pity for him.
"Enjoy your day," I waved my hand at him and spoke to him in a tone and way only a mom would say and do to her 3-year-old going to preschool.
And then I got exited the bus, glad that I found my calling: telling people off.

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What do you guys think? Those are the EXACT words in my journal. I'm glad I don't share this with my parents, because they would kill me if they found out I'm writing a book with swear words in it xD
And btw, Chapter 3 is when I'm still in 6th grade and don't know who Wilner or Fat Pat is yet. And the green-capped kid was Wilner, when I still didn't know him. xD
Also I added some fiction to the story (like my dad dying) because all truth isn't really that good to read, hehe.

Prey gud.

I tried to make a book too, it's more of a 7 year old story, and it's only 1664 words, but there are sequels. So you won't like it.

And then I got exited the bus, glad that I found my calling: telling people off.

might want to edit that part, I had to read it a couple times and im a real good reader.

way better than i could write though.

Good story, bro