Status: In Progress

Genre: Young Adult



Status: In Progress

Genre: Young Adult



Gloria Walsh is a college student who's following her dreams. She's determined, smart, charismatic, rich...but she's also alone. However, that changes when she gets a link about a chatting app where you can find and meet friends! Once she signs up for the app, her life begins to spiral.

Gloria's life seems to take on more stress as her father continues to pester her about taking over the family business, which will probably meet its demise! Will she be able to focus and succeed or will love and dreams be her downfall and cost her everything?

Even...her own life.
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Gloria Walsh is a college student who's following her dreams. She's determined, smart, charismatic, rich...but she's also alone. However, that changes when she gets a link about a chatting app where you can find and meet friends! Once she signs up for the app, her life begins to spiral.

Gloria's life seems to take on more stress as her father continues to pester her about taking over the family business, which will probably meet its demise! Will she be able to focus and succeed or will love and dreams be her downfall and cost her everything?

Even...her own life.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Game Start

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 27, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 27, 2017



"Gloria, why are you being like this?"

I walked down the halls of Pratt University, dodging students who acted like they were blind. I had just left my English literature class and was on my way to business management, a course my dad bugged me into taking so that I could 'start learning how to run the company.'

"Because dad," I said into my cell as I dodged another student who was too busy looking down at his text book to see me walking towards him. My bag slammed against my leg as I walked faster to get to the class and avoid any more collisions. "I already told you that I didn't want to run the company. I have no interest in it."

My father, Erik Walsh, was the CEO of a very famous company called Walsh Industries. The company dealt with software for education around the world. It was a huge success and he took on the company when he was only in his early 20s. I heard a rumor dealing with the company, like how my grandmother was killed for it, but other than that, I don't know anything else. Why someone would murder another person over a company was beyond me, but it was also something I didn't want to find out. Plus, running a company was the last thing I wanted to do in life. It wasn't my dream.

All I ever wanted to do was become a game designer.

"It's ridiculous for you to say that!" he snapped into the phone. I flinched and entered my business management class. I had arrived early, so barely anyone was sitting in. I took a seat way in the back so that I didn't have to pay too much attention. I wanted to concentrate on the story I was working on. "This is a family business! You're supposed to take over when I'm gone!"

"What about mom?" I asked as I took a seat and pulled out my notebook and pencil. "She knows just as much about the company as you. I'm sure she can run it as CEO."

My mother, Mimi Walsh, came to the US when she was also in her 20's. Apparently, she and my father met while he was on a high school trip to Japan and they fell in love. My mother mentioned that my father went through a lot of stuff while he was on the trip, but she never explained further than that.

"And if she's also gone?" he asked me.

"Have another child before that happens?" I replied. On the other end of the phone, he took a deep breath and I could just imagine his face turning red with anger. I opened my notebook, flipping to the page I left the game story off on; however, I didn't begin to write. I couldn't concentrate whenever the company came up.

"Gloria, what's wrong?" he sighed. "Whatever it is, I can fix it. Do you not like the way the office looks or maybe it's the employees? Just tell me what's wrong with the company and I will fix it. It won't be a problem at all." I rolled my eyes.

"Dad, the company isn't the problem." I said to him. "The problem is you trying to push it onto me. I don't want to run it!"

"Gloria!" he snapped again. On his end, I heard him slam his fist onto his glass desk. "You are 22 years old now! I've gotten you into a good University. I've let you have your freedom with this game writing obsession, but it needs to end soon! Do you think this world needs games? No, they don't! They need business! They need someone to make the economy grow! If you're going to use a computer, use it for something important, not for goblins and damsels in destress! That won't help anyone in the world! You need to snap out of this rebellious phase you're going through and—"

Without waiting for him to finish, I hung up on him. During the entire conversation, I felt my anger surge. My face was hot and my palms were sweating with frustration. Slowly, the class began to fill up with students who seemed too uptight to care about anything else. They were just like my dad.

"Okay everyone," Professor Linwood trudged into the classroom and sat down a pile of papers he was carrying. His eyes roamed across the class, passing over me as if I weren't even there. "Let's get started."


Halfway through the class, my father texted me repeatedly, but I never replied to him. Instead, I decided to focus on the story I was writing. I lost track of time and the lesson as I immersed myself into the plot. It was like a movie that played in my head as I wrote down every word, making the scene come alive. About 30 pages later, the bell rang, signaling that the lecture was over. I stayed seated as everyone packed up and left until I was the only student in the room.

"Miss Walsh?" Startled, I looked up to see Professor. Linwood standing next to me, glaring down at my notebook. "That doesn't look like notes from my lecture, Miss Walsh." Quickly, I closed my notebook and put it away before standing up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Linwood." I apologized lamely. "I must have gotten distracted." I gave him a small smile, which he did not return, and hurried to leave the classroom.

"Hold it, Miss Walsh," he called after me. I made a face while my back was to him before turning to face him. He fixed his glass on his nose and rubbed his hand through his thin gray hair. "I want to know why you don't find my lectures interesting. I understand you're in this class to learn to run your father's company, but don't you think you actually have to pay attention to be able to do that?"

I resisted the urge to scoff out loud.

"I understand what you mean, Professor Linwood. But in truth, I don't have any interest in running Walsh Industries. I'm sorry I haven't seemed interested in your lecture, it's only because...I don't think I'll need your knowledge of business in my future." I saw his eyes narrow and hurried to make this explanation better. "You don't have to worry about anything, though. I promise to pass this lecture for the semester. From now on, I'll try not to get distracted."

"You say that as if it'll be simple, Miss Walsh," he took off his glasses and wiped them on his sweater. "However, I'll take your word for it. But, from here on out, I'm going to start making this lecture a bit harder." I pursed my lips and looked down.

"Miss Walsh, I'm doing this to benefit you and to make sure that you'll focus more." he slipped his glasses back on. "So, if I were you, I would put aside whatever I'm thinking of and focus on this lecture. Because if you don't, I guarantee you will regret it."

I frowned at his tone.

"That almost sounds like a threat, sir."

He gave me an unamused smile.

"It's merely advice."



After my small talk with Professor Linwood, I hurried out of his classroom and left the academic building. His expression and tone sent chills down my spine. He was too serious. Besides, whether he made his lecture harder or not, I knew enough about business to run three companies at the same time. It was simple.

Bring it, Professor Linwood, I thought as I quickly walked across the main plaza of Pratt University and entered the cold art building. The hallways were filled with people who chose to devote their lives to the creative aspect of life. Students dressed up in costumes, face paint, and casual home wear talked and laughed as they made their way to class. I always enjoyed entering this building, because it sent a statement to everyone that they could be themselves and no one would judge them. Plus, it was where I could forget about all my worries.

As I continued to walk, I noticed that almost everyone seemed to be on their phones. Normally, it was like that every day, but something was different this time. The sound of creativity was less and the sound of fingers tapping at screens was more. There were a few students who had their noses stuck in textbooks, but a majority was on their phones. As I made my way upstairs to my next class, Art 101, the sounds of notifications began to fill the building.

Everyone here seems to be texting friends. I thought to myself as I entered my classroom and sat my things next to my chair. I took out my phone and stared at the screen, waiting for it to light up with a message notification from someone.

Nothing happened.

I sighed and sat my phone face down on a nearby table. I knew I wasn't going to get a message from someone other than my father, because well...I didn't have any friends.

I already understood why I didn't have any, though. It was because I was the daughter of Erik Walsh, the richest businessman in America. And because of that fact, I was stereotyped as the rich snobby daughter. Long ago, I had a few people ask to hang out with me, but after a while, it was clear that they just stayed around me to bask in the glow of money and privilege. At first, I ignored it and kept telling myself that they were truly my friends, but that changed when they started to bully me for everything I had. I quickly cut ties with them when they started taking my things and hitting me.

However, once I cut ties with them, rumors started to spread about me. Soon, no one wanted to be my friend. No matter how nice I was to anyone, it never changed the fact that I was only some rich girl using daddy's money to get what I wanted. Or so that's what they said.

After I went to the other side of the room to grab my canvas I was working on, my phone beeped with a message from the table.

I had never run to it so fast before.

I quickly picked it up and looked at the screen. It was a message from my dad.

Dad: I'd like you to call me when you finish your lectures for today.

I sighed heavily and shut the screen off without replying. He was the last person I wanted to talk to.

A few minutes after I got the message, the room began to fill with students also taking this class. Unlike the other classes, this one was different. We had a professor, but she never showed her face. Instead, she left little notices on her bulletin board stating what she wanted us to do.

During the days of grading, she would come at around three in the morning to grade our work. A few students said they saw her creeping around the school in the dark, but they didn't have evidence, so no one really pay them attention. Especially when they exaggerated about the way she looked. You would think they were telling a scary story around a campfire.

Today on the bulletin, she left us a notice to continue to work on our canvases.

A few seconds later, students began to walk in, chatting happily with one another and texting on their phones. And with their presence, came the notification sounds. I finished fixing my palette with the colors I needed, grabbed a cup of water, and made my way back to my canvas that I had set up on the easel. As I was staring at the canvas, figuring out where to restart my painting I was creating, my phone beeped once again.

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and picked it up, expecting a message from my dad again. However, to my surprise, it wasn't. Instead, the message was from an unknown number with a link to some sort of app.

7xx-2x5-1x8x: Want to meet friends from around the globe or nearby but not sure how? Well, worry no more! This wonderful app we call FriendZoned will help you make friends from wherever you choose! All you to do is put in your email, a username, a password, and you're good to go! With this app, you'll never be lonely again! Try it out from the App Store! It's free!

Spam message? I frowned at the unknown number. Well, they sure can advertise. I thought to myself as I clicked on the link. My app store opened to the FriendZoned app. The logo was a black smiley face and from the snapshots of it, the app seemed to be decent. I scrolled down to read some of the reviews.

Maddie-XO: Awesome app! I made tons of great friends! Everyone is so nice!

BrittyBear: I was once a loner in school, but once I got this app, I made a lot of friends. I'm glad I downloaded it. I give it a 10/10.

Briony: This app is wonderful! I met a lot of people! And what's better is that you can talk to people from different countries at once instead of just choosing one place! And if you want to talk to someone who doesn't speak your language, there's a translator to help you!

KillThemAll: This app is great so far...I'm going to continue using it.

I pursed my lips at all the positive feedback it was getting. wouldn't hurt to try it out. I thought to myself as I clicked the download button. The app installed in only a few seconds and as I was opening it, the room suddenly became filled with a hush before progressing into excited squeals from girls. I looked up to see a guy with short black hair and gray eyes walk into the room.

His glasses were balanced perfectly on his nose and two moles sat side by side against the light olive skin of his cheek. He walked into the room with a type of grace that was to envy and sat his things in a chair next to mine.

I hadn't noticed I was still staring at him until his eyes locked with mine. I felt a blush of embarrassment crawl up my face and I turned away so that he wouldn't notice. From the corner of my eye, I saw him produce a small smile before he walked to the other side of the room to grab the canvas he was working on.

He stood with confidence among everyone else, despite his lean frame. And I'm not sure what it was but he seemed to hold himself above the other students. Maybe it was the obvious arrogance in his smile and stance or the way he looked at them. Whatever it was, it was almost...irritating.

After he set up his canvas and palette, he startled me by leaning over. I flinched away in surprise, earning another smile from him as he noticed how uncomfortable he had made me.

"Do you mind if we share your cup of water for the paintbrushes?" he asked. Around the room, I heard a few girls gasping and whispering about how he spoke to me.

"Oh, my God, Jai just spoke to her."

"Is she going to answer him? She looks like an idiot just sitting there."

"It's not fair! Why does Miss Rich Bitch get all the attention?"

"She probably blackmailed him to speak to her."

I rolled my eyes at their ridiculousness and nodded to him. He smiled and held out his hand.

"My name is Jai." I shook his hand, earning more negativity from the girls in the room. "But I'm sure you already knew that." He squeezed my hand before letting go.

Why the hell would he expect me to know his name? I thought, trying to keep a frown from forming on my face.

"Actually, this is my first time meeting you." I replied before turning away and looking down at my phone. "So, I obviously had no idea who you were. Plus, why exactly should I care about who you are?"

He chuckled, which made me glance at him. Though his expression was calm, his eyes glared straight into mine, making me look away quickly.

"I guess it wouldn't matter to you." His reply carried an unusual tone to it that made me uncomfortable. "Either way, now you know." He replied. "So, are you going to tell me your name?" After I typed in my email, username, and password for the app, I signed up. His question caught me off guard, but I composed myself so that he wouldn't notice.

It was the first time no one from school knew who I was. Usually, they would know since I've been in magazines and on websites with my mom and dad, so it was rare to see someone who didn't know me.

It felt nice...I guess.

"I'm Gloria." I replied, not giving away my last name. If I did, he was sure to turn on me once he found out I was 'Miss Rich Bitch'.

Though I don't think I want this guy as a friend. I thought as I glanced at him again.

"It's nice to meet you, Gloria." He smiled. "I hope we get along well."

I nodded back.


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