Lyra Gray wanted a fresh new start in a normal town where she could forget the tragic accident that had caused her months of grief. However, Beacon Hills was far from normal.
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Kids are whiny and needy. They need to be showered with love, be the centre of attention or else they would throw tantrums. The only time they wouldn't be running around the house screaming at the top of their lungs would be when they're sleeping. Peaceful and quiet. But before they drift to sleep, they still need the last bit of attention. They need to be tucked, and have their parents read them a bedtime story.
Lyra was no different than those kids. Her mother however didn't feel the need to buy bedtime story books just to satisfy her. Instead, her mother told her stories from her childhood years. There was one story that stood out to her the most which was the story of how her parents met.
Her mother was running late one morning. She was a disciplined student, a goody two shoes one would say. Being late surprised her teacher and even herself. Teachers liked her due to her good behaviour but they had no choice to put her in detention. It was long and stressful 2 hour for her mother.
The moment she was released, she rushed out the doors and bumped into someone. Apologizing profusely, she felt her cheeks burn from the embarrassment. When she finally looked towards the person, there was her father in his jersey shirt after the football practice. Like any other love story, it was love at first sight.
Her mother always said waking up late was the best thing she'd ever done. Although she said maybe if she did wake up earlier, they were bound to meet and fall in love.
She hadn't figured out if meeting Isaac was the exact same situation. They kept bumping into each other too many times in a day. It was as if the universe were pushing them together, telling them this was fate. Maybe just as friend but that was already enough.
"Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?" Isaac questioned as they walked back to Lyra's apartment. They had been doing this game of asking random questions to get to know each other. She found it more interesting than boring small talk about the weather.
"None. Strawberry is better." She shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee. Isaac scrunched his nose in disgust at her opinion on ice cream.
