START OF MY NOVEL
I’ve always thought and believed that heroes aren’t real. I’ve read about them and seen them on TV, but I knew there was no such thing as a hero. Well, until I met him. 15 years old, buying food for some gangsters I got caught up with. The person at the checkout gave me a annoyed look as the sliding doors keep opening. “Sorry about them.” I mumble, as I pay, with my own money. I run out, with the food immediately as I am intimidated to make them wait. I hand their favorite food to each and every one of them, 4 totaling the group. I’m guessing they were about in their mid-twenties “Good dog, Zen.” The gang leader said, patting me hard on the back, making me flinch. I’ve always been the center of attention with negative people, but if I had to choose, I would rather have that attention than no attention at all. I walked home, opening the apartment door, I hear pleasure screams. I shut the door and run all the way to the park, which normally takes 10 minutes to walk but it only took me about 5 minutes, running at full speed. I crouch down, out of breath, resting my forehead on the part where people normally sit. “I told her not to bring her clients home. A 15 year old shouldn’t have to hear that.” I say, to myself, still out of breath. Then, I hear a weak meow, coming from a bush. I slowly stand up, walk towards the bush, and tilt the bush to its side, since it was taller than me.
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START OF MY NOVEL
I’ve always thought and believed that heroes aren’t real. I’ve read about them and seen them on TV, but I knew there was no such thing as a hero. Well, until I met him. 15 years old, buying food for some gangsters I got caught up with. The person at the checkout gave me a annoyed look as the sliding doors keep opening. “Sorry about them.” I mumble, as I pay, with my own money. I run out, with the food immediately as I am intimidated to make them wait. I hand their favorite food to each and every one of them, 4 totaling the group. I’m guessing they were about in their mid-twenties “Good dog, Zen.” The gang leader said, patting me hard on the back, making me flinch. I’ve always been the center of attention with negative people, but if I had to choose, I would rather have that attention than no attention at all. I walked home, opening the apartment door, I hear pleasure screams. I shut the door and run all the way to the park, which normally takes 10 minutes to walk but it only took me about 5 minutes, running at full speed. I crouch down, out of breath, resting my forehead on the part where people normally sit. “I told her not to bring her clients home. A 15 year old shouldn’t have to hear that.” I say, to myself, still out of breath. Then, I hear a weak meow, coming from a bush. I slowly stand up, walk towards the bush, and tilt the bush to its side, since it was taller than me. 
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KITTYCATLOVERR · Answer

it's pretty good, keep writing us more and I do think you need a name for your novel tho.

1002469 · Answer

its great good job 👍👏

CherryLover · Answer

I like it

AngelOfLight · Answer

I love it! It’s really gripping from the start! Zen's situation is intense, and I can feel his struggles. The contrast between the gangsters and the cat adds a nice touch. I can’t wait to see what else you write so Great job! 😊

euphoriiic · Answer

its rlly good gjj

UwUJeremiahUwU · Answer

@kittycatloverr wrote:

it's pretty good, keep writing us more and I do think you need a name for your novel tho.

Can you please, if you have time, suggest some titles? I have a hard time with titles, always. Also, I changed Zennie (Zen) name to Cinder.