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"How can a person plan to go through history when 35 of their books were all rejected?"
Well, that's Manon, a teenager with the wildest imagination.
Manon had only one wish. She made that wish every single day, but nothing happened until the necklace entered her life.
"Where am I?"
"Good afternoon, Miss Manon. How was your day?"
Manon's eyes were wide open. "Are you my necklace?"
"Yes, I am, and you can talk."
"Wow! Can I ask one last thing? Am I sleeping?"
"No, you're not."
Manon tried to faint, until she saw the necklace turn into something. "Are you a bunny now? How did you...?"
"There's more where that came from," it replied. "And I will grant you each power to become the novelist who goes down in history. But you have to go through some processes."
"What do you mean? What's with that mischievous smile you're having? I don't like it," Manon said, her eyebrows furrowed, her blue eyes looking at the bunny. Her eyes got even wider when it turned into a bird.
"First, you go through relationships: have your first kiss, make out, then you unlock a new power to be able to write. The more levels you obtain, the bigger the price. Your reward for your next mission is Romance. You write to make people reading it feel like they are there."
"What do you mean by 'making out'? Don't worry, in time you will learn. Trust me, it's going to be fun."
"How can I trust a necklace that talks, turns into a rabbit, then a bird?"
It looked at her. "Fair enough. So, are you ready to have your first mission? Look at your watch."
"What watch?" Manon looked at her left hand. "Oh. How? Talking necklace, I'm not surprised for some reason."
"First Mission: Fall in love and date the most famous and cutest guy in your high school."
"What?!"
How will Manon take this new mission? Stay tuned to know more missions she is going to entangle.
Will Manon's quest for literary greatness lead her to immortality, or will the secrets she uncovers rewrite her destiny in ways she never expected?

I'll become the Novelist who goes down in history

Chapter 2: Waking up to my favorite diner and a new necklace.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Manon's alarm clock screamed. She groaned, reaching for her pillow. But... it wasn't there. Huh? She blinked, then realized she was on the floor, her neck stiff. Great. Just great.

She stood up, brushing off her pajamas. Today was going to be one of those days. A quick trip to the bathroom, a simple dress, and a messy bun later, she was ready to face... whatever.

Just as she reached for her phone, her door swung open. It was Andrien, her older brother. He looked... different. His usually bright silver eyes seemed a little sad.

"You didn't wake me," he said, his voice quiet.

"Oops. Sorry," Manon mumbled. "Mom said she has something for me downstairs."

He nodded, still looking a bit down. "Okay. See you." He turned to leave, then stopped. "Oh, and..."

Suddenly, he scooped her up in his arms! Manon gasped. "Andrien! Put me down!"

He carried her downstairs, her protests bouncing off the walls, and set her down at the dining table. Mom was busy setting out breakfast.

"Morning, Mom," Manon said, giving her a quick kiss.

Andrien slid into his chair. "Morning, Mom. Slept great!"

Manon rolled her eyes. "Can you believe him? He just kidnapped me!".

Manon's eyes landed on the breakfast spread: sandwiches, fruit salad, and orange juice – Mom's usual. But then, she spotted it: a plate piled high with fried rice and a crispy chicken leg. Her favorite! The delicious smell alone chased away the lingering sadness from last night. She didn't even glance at Andrien's plate. Who cared?

Then, she noticed the empty chair at the head of the table. Dad's chair. A wave of sadness washed over her. She took a deep breath and sat down.

Mom noticed her reaction and came over, kissing her forehead. "Let's eat, okay? Andrien, phone down."

Andrien grinned and placed his phone on the table.

"Who is it this time? Levin? Eleven? Marveling?" Manon teased.

Andrien just started eating, a small smile playing on his lips. Soon, they were both done. After kissing Mom goodbye, they paused by the framed family photo on the wall. "Goodbye, Dad," they said together, picking up their bags and keys.

Just as Manon was about to leave, Mom stopped her. Her blue eyes were soft as she looked at Manon. "Your father said, when you turned sixteen, I should give you this." She sighed. "You turned sixteen yesterday, but you spent your whole birthday in your room."

Mom took Manon's hand. "Ever since you were little, your father knew you'd grow up tall and strong. And he was right. You're very smart."

"He said I should give you this necklace, so you'll find your heart's desires."

Manon looked at the necklace. It was gold, with a marble-like pendant. It looked familiar. "Mom... this is Dad's necklace!"

Mom smiled and fastened the necklace around Manon's neck.

Manon checked her watch. "Mom, I'm late! I need to get to school before Andrien says I did it on purpose."

Something in Mom's voice, something in the way the necklace felt, told Manon her life was about to change. She got into her car and drove off.

Waking up to my favorite dinner.