✨ Chapter One is here… and it’s pure chaos ✨

 

✨ Chapter One is here… and it’s pure chaos ✨😜😃😃

If you’ve ever finished your exams dreaming of freedom… only to end up stuck on the sofa in your pajamas, arguing with your dog and eating fruit straight from the fridge… congratulations, you and my main character are basically twins.

In Chapter One you’ll meet Gloria: • professional procrastinator • pajama enthusiast • emotionally supported by her dog • one meltdown away from unplugging the TV forever

And just when she thinks her day can’t get any more dramatic, her best friend Sally calls with the subtlety of a fire alarm to announce:

“We’re going to Greece!”

Gloria’s reaction? Somewhere between a heart attack and a fruit‑related choking incident.

If you love: • chaotic best friends • dogs with judgmental faces • spontaneous trips that smell like scams • and heroines who survive on sarcasm

…then you’re going to enjoy this chapter.

Ready for the madness? 💛

Chapter one

 Sofa, TV, Remote Control… and Sally

It’s exactly noon, and here I am stranded on the sofa, the remote practically melted into my hand. A warm, almost‑summer breeze drifts through the window, the kind that should make you want to live… but not me. I’m watching comedy channels that are supposed to make people laugh, yet all they do is make me want to switch off the TV and my social existence along with it.

I glance at my dog. Even he has given up on dragging me outside. He’s asleep. Lucky him. At least someone in this house has a balanced life.

My mother is out shopping, my sister is at school, my father is at work. And me? I’ve just finished the last exam of this endless university summer session, and I should be enjoying my well‑earned rest. I should. But the truth is… I’m bored. Yes, I said it. Me, the one who, until yesterday, longed for this moment the way you crave ice cream in the middle of July while studying sociology with burning eyes. And now I’m complaining. Unbelievable. I’m a clinical case.

I’m still in my pajamas. Yes, and I’m not ashamed. I get up with the grace of a tired sloth and open the refrigerator. My physical activity these days consists mostly of moving my mouth, so at least I’m being consistent. I grab some fruit,my favorite and I’m about to take a mega bite when my phone decides to ring. With a slow, very slow pace, I drag myself toward it.

“Calm down… I can’t fly!” I shout. My dog looks at me with that judgmental expression only he can pull off, as if saying: “You? Fly? Honey, you’re a snail with asthma.” Then he yawns and goes back to sleep. Lucky him.

I answer with the grace of a sloth fresh from a marathon. “Hello?”

On the other end, a squeaky voice. Squeakier than usual. Sally. “Are you there?” she shrieks.

“And where do you think I’d be? The Greek islands?” I mutter.

“Well, that’s exactly where we’re going!”

I freeze. Greece? Us? With what money? Monopoly money?

With my mouth full, I reply, “Sally, have you been drinking?” She laughs. She laughs like a hysterical hen. “Drinking? At noon? Are you crazy? I’m waiting for tonight at least!”

I burst out laughing too. That’s just how she is: an explosive mix of enthusiasm, chaos, and sweetness. I’ve known her since elementary school back then I already had to help her with homework and warn her when someone was teasing her or trying to take advantage of her.

Smart she never was. But she has a huge heart. And I, unlike my family and my friend, am a fox. A fox with a hen for a best friend. A perfect match.

I sit down again. I’m tired. I’ve taken two steps and I’m already exhausted. Unbelievable. Maybe I should be worried… but not today.

“Look, don’t say no,” Sally starts, using that tone that already promises disaster. “We have the chance to spend our vacation in an amazing place work, earn money for our trip to Mexico, and have fun!” I raise my right eyebrow. The one that automatically rises when something smells like a scam. Greece, money, fun, all together? Excuse me, but is my friend okay or is she in it?

“Sally, please… don’t fall for it again. Can’t you see it’s a trap?”

Silence. Maybe she’s thinking. Maybe.

Then she starts again as if I hadn’t said anything: “No, Gloria, this isn’t a scam! It’s a real job. My cousin was supposed to go, but she found out she’s pregnant, so she offered it to me. And they’re looking for another girl, so I thought of us!”

I look at myself: pajamas, remote control, open fridge. She sighs. “I’m sure you’re still in your pajamas holding the remote, right?”

I nod to myself. “Yes, Sally. That’s right.”

“Perfect! It’s time for a change. Grece, here we come!”   👉 LINK USA

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