Yes, people, I, Charlie C. Cooper, am finally where I want to be.
No more middle-child, stuck-in-the-middle stuff. Nope, I've done all my good deeds, and it's finally my turn to shine. Let me recap:
Trixie is long gone.
I have my very own agent.
Hollywood is begging me to sign a deal for a huge TV series.
I am no longer under psychological care.
Bobby digs me. Big-time.
You guessed it—I'm a real live celebrity now. Cameras are lined up outside the front of my house, aka the Houdini Mansion. The lights are flashing. CNN is calling my name. I even get to skip school.
Before I step out, I put on my signature outfit: electric blue Doc Martens, fishnet tights, black tutu, and, of course, my Guns N' Roses vintage sweatshirt with sweat rings. I tease the hair, stick as many sequin barrettes in as I can, and brush on my sister's mascara.
Bingo. A star is about to be born.
I open the front door.
They snap my picture. "LA Times. Over here, Charlie!"
" People magazine," someone yells. "Can you tell our readers what it feels like to be a hero?"
"A hero?" First time I've heard that one.
Watch out, Hollywood, here I come. . . .
QUICK NOTE...Update: 10/10/19
Good news: We're back home! Bad news: It's like Apocalypse Heck Part III.
The one year Hurricane Michael anniversary is already here. Where did the time go...and yet it feels like forever. You don't realize how much you take for granted until it's all gone. I'm grateful my family/fur babies survived, and I know they are just "things", but sadly, in this life, those "things" help us get through every day. So yes, "happy" yet not. Every day is still a struggle...not just for my family, but so many others.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my bookish adventures. It helps remind me I'm not alone in this crazy journey called life.