Prologue

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It's been three months since I moved to Monte Vista.

Thinking back on it, I really came here with nothing but my dreams and aspirations. I had no living room furniture, my bedroom was nothing but an empty room, and my kitchen came with the bare necessities. I think my bathroom was the only room that came with somewhat valuable furnishings. 

I guess you could say I've made some progress in three months. My bedroom is now furnished. Aside from being a resting place, it also serves as my workspace.

My kitchen is still pretty bare, but I'm thankful to at least have a table and chairs now. While it was good for waking up faster, eating on the cold floor got old fast, especially when it started getting colder outside.

I guess you could say I have a pretty good life. It's modest, but I have everything I need. There are only a few things I lack. One, I am an author. While it's always been my dream to solely be a professional author, I'm beginning to consider getting a part-time job. Thirty-two Simoleons per week in royalties isn't paying the bills.

Two, I really don't have any friends. I never have, though. All my life, I've always been on the quiet side. Immersing myself in a world of wonder instead of going out with acquaintances always seemed more appealing. I never really thought having inadequate friendship making skills would affect me later in life, but I was wrong. These past three months have been pretty lonely. Long-distance phone calls just aren't cutting it anymore.

Three, my life is seriously lacking in romance. Ever since I was a little girl, I've been fascinated with love stories. While I did grow up and realize that a fairytale romance probably wouldn't happen, I didn't lose the hopeless romantic inside of me. Sometimes I wish I had. It always seems like being single is harder when the only thing you want to do is love and be loved. 

Part of me worries that I'll always be like this. I'll always be alone. All my life, I've been told that one day I'll find someone, but how can you find love when you can't even find friends? Perhaps I'm just paranoid, but I'm beginning to doubt a future with friends and a family. 

Still, I'll try to stay hopeful this year. I feel good. I feel like maybe, just maybe, this year things will turn around for me. Perhaps I'll finally write a break-through novel. Maybe I'll make some friends, meet a nice guy . . . . Whatever happens, I want to be able to look back and remember it. 

My name is Juliet Summers, and this is my story.