Four hours ago.
"What should I name this character?" Eleanor wondered out loud as she stared at the ceiling of her room. She was tortured for hours to think of the names for her new book which needed to be done soon.
Unknown to the many young women who turned their noses in the air at her, many of them had already bought her last book as it was filled with drama inspired by life in Lockwood. Some of them were reading about themselves but Eleanor had done well to mask the characters.
"I should visit Bryce so he can help me. I need to rest my creative mind," she rubbed her temple.
"Eleanor!" The faint sound of her aunt's voice calling her from downstairs was heard.
"Coming!" Eleanor called back, quickly gathering all of her papers before her aunt could visit her room.
