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The Chalzan: How many times can you write a beginning?

I HATE BEGINNINGS! Because it is the thing I love most about books. Also the ending. The middle is filler, so throw it at me with lemons and candy. So, after struggling for like 3 months to write, I came up with this. DO TELL ME IF IT SOUNDS OKAY. JUST FINE. GOOD. OR BAD. Everything is welcome. Now read, Reader! The red front door swung open. Zachary Jones walked out of his house, trying not to make any noise as he did, and locked the door behind him with the key he found under the doormat—his mother’s favorite place to hide an extra house key. The morning was quiet and cold, colder than usual, which was new, because it had never been that cold during that time of year in Zephyr-Qualm, Georgia. The morning was also rather foggy, and Zach couldn’t help to notice the dew covering the grass on the frown lawn. At that moment, he was glad he was wearing a hoodie and pants to wander into the forest. He walked north on the sidewalk. His steps were as quiet as the steps