SO, THIS IS HOW IT BEGINS?

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The meaning of life. That was the greatest answer in the universe, time, and everything. Wasn’t it? Wasn’t that what people were always asking? Truthfully, I didn’t think that made sense. The meaning of life was to live, why else would you be given life? But then someone would ask me, then what is the meaning of living? And I would answer, to do the best you can in the time you have. Then they would launch into a large questioning rant about what was the purpose of doing anything in this world if you were just going to be leaving so soon anyway.

That is what I didn’t care about. I knew what my purpose in life was. My purpose in life was very clear. Very clear indeed.

My purpose in life was . . .

A/N: okay, this thing is going to be solely for the readers. What is her purpose in life? The genre of this story would all depend on this. Say her purpose in life was very stupid, then it would be humor. Her purpose in life was something, like say, to be an assassin. Then the story would probably be adventure or action or something.

So…it all depends on how you review. Sorry, I hafta go to the bathroom. Bye!

by the way, this is a girl.