Deadline

CHAPTER 1

The person who stumbled on this book, I have a question. Are you a writer?

If yes, do you ever want to be a known top writer? Why and why not? You must answer this question. Skip it for bad luck.

If not but want to be a known top writer-- Goodluck! Go, write your story and make it twisted. Just kidding. Go, write it and wait for a million years till you get a fan.

If not and just a reader who support their favorite writer- come here, a hug from me! You get always emotional towards the fictional characters. Are you a fan of me? Well, you have now the badge of being the COOLEST READER.

You must be my fan or else..

I sighed as I write this down. Being an underrated writer is hard, no one likes to read your book unless you are good or popular enough. I grabbed my can of soda and my empty box of pizza, heading to the table and put it down.

I looked outside the window, the sun is shining and had clear skies. I slowly head to my room and change my shirt and went outside to buy food.

Few cars beeped against other's cars, trying to beat the traffic and subtle chatters of students is heard as I passed by them, what a noisy hot day to go outside. I halted on my tracks and went inside a cream white with navy blue trim convience store.

"Welcome" a convience-store clerk greeted as I went inside. I smiled as I response, I head to the cup noodles section and grabbed few noodles. I went to grab a drink and halted as I saw my reflection on the glass door of the beverages.

A black-messy haired guy around his 20's, wearing a grey hoodie that matches his black eyes--I looked like a loser.

I shaked my thoughts and grabbed my preferred beverages.

"Oh, I'm sorry" I said as I bumped on a black haired young lady, wearing a beige blazer that matches her skirt. "Shan?"

"Shane?"

"Hey, how are you? And oh, I'm sorry if I bumped y---"

Shan laughed, "Hey, its okay. No need to apologize. Chill, Shane" and pat the a handkerchief on the damp part of her blazer.

"Still writing stories?"

I gave her a smile, she looked up, waiting for my answer. " Yeah"

"bet you are already a top writ--"

"Anyway, I'll check out this items first and wait for me on that table and talk" I said, cutting her sentence off.

"Oh," she paused, looking at the items I'm carrying, "right..." she nodded, heading to sit on the table. I quickly went to cashier to check out my items.

Meeting a high school friend again is quiet embarrassing, especially the fact that I don't have a stable job.

"How are you, found a job?" I asked, cutting her sentence off.

"Yeah, I have a job. I just got accepted today"

"That's great" I said, smiling. "Congrats!"

"Thank you"

"So, how's your writing? Bet you made lot of money from it"

"Its great, readers were supporting on my works. They love it" I lied.

Talking about your works to a friend especially you are popular enough is a great feeling and something to be proud but I'm the opposite of being popular and talking about my works, about me as a writer, it doesn't make me proud.

"Oh shit! I should go now, Shane" Shan said, looking at her watch. "I'm sorry to cut this off"

"No, its fine."

Shan stood up and smile at me, "Let's hang out soon"

I nodded as I watched Shan head outside, people having stable jobs, relationships, friendships-- lucky for them. They must had so many great things that happened to their life.

Unlike me who is an underrated writer that doesn't have enough income to sustain myself, I missed a lot of things in my life.

Heading back home lot of stuffs crossed my mind, why I cant have another life?

Why my life can't be like my works where i could change the plot and erased regrets.