the spark we lost

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Hi guys! this is my first time writing a book so sorry if their are any typos and if you get confused throughout the book. I am typing the book and publishing it on my phone and writing some notes on my computer!

This is all one pov! the main character is lana:)

If i take a while to update the book i'm either busy with practices or my mom took my phone away... i'm just letting you know beforehand. anyways have a good read and let me know your opinions about it in the comments! thank you so much<3

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September 11, 2001

You were sitting in class thinking about how life sucks at the moment. You started overthinking about the overthinking, it was a crazy mess inside my head. I was zoning out and I never realized it until my teacher called on me.

" Earth to Lana. Hello?? ". He started to walk towards me and waved his hand in front of my face to catch my attention. I snapped out of my zone and I looked over to my teacher. He was giving me a concerned look and I said "Oh- uh- Sorry Mr. Johnson" He proceeded to walk over to the chalkboard and he wrote "The Revolutionary War", he started to talk about how we are starting a project about this topic soon. While he was talking he got cut off because some man came in the room.

He was walking in front of the class to find a seat. He smiled at me, making his dimple a brief appearance as you slipped off your cap and put it in your back pocket. He sat next to you since that was the only seat available. The teacher asked " And you are? " He said "Chris. Christopher Evans"

Mr. Johnson said " Let's aim for 'on time' Evans ". Mr. Johnson started talking about the project, you couldn't really pay attention because Chris was giving you glances. You tried not to make it seem like you noticed, so you just kept looking at the teacher and acting like you were paying attention. Until the T.A who's name I couldn't remember came running to the door. She says "Sorry I'm late, A plane just hit one of the twin towers. It came on TV just as I leaving for class" as she was sitting down. The classroom kept silent until Johnson asked "Was the pilot drunk?" " I don't know, the news broadcaster doesn't know anything and I might think it's some sort of prop plane" the T.A said.

I was thinking that If it had happened now, everyone of my classmates phones would be blowing up by now. Every social media app would be talking about some plane hitting the Twin Towers. We shrugged it off and proceeded back to class. As I was taking notes, I peaked over to you and I saw your fingers of your right hand unconsciously rub against the wood grain of the table. Since I draw a little bit, I doodled an image of your thumb with its ragged nail and torn cuticle.

I still have the notebook somewhere in a box hidden.

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First chapter lol, I might continue over the weekend.