Déja Vu

Six

Adam said he was going to meet me here during break time and it has been ten minutes already and he still hasn't showed up. I'm sitting on a bench booth in our school's garden, working on one of my stories. I've decided after a lot of thinking and Maya continuously asking me to finally show one of my stories to Josette Tait, my all-time role model. I've read some of her work in our school's library, and damn if only I can be like her. The girl has potential, it's like she allows her her heart to take over her fingers as she types her words down. This story I'm editing right now is one I've been working on for about a few months, the same one Adam read two months ago. I hope she likes it though, I literally gave it my all.

"I'm terribly sorry," Adam pants when he drops on the seat beside me "They had some Halloween decorations to do in the elementary school building and a little boy asked me to help. I couldn't tell him no."

"And you don't think you're soft." I smile and get back to my work. He rests the side of his head on the table before us, watching me write a bit in my story. I still haven't written the final three chapters and wouldn't. I'd like to leave Josette hanging so she could want to read more of my work. Evil I know, but this is how a story attracts me.

I've only started reading real novels three years ago, when I started maturing and having a realistic mind to better understand the world. I might say I was still a kid back then, about Maya's current age, but my love for reading has never been bigger than me. I got a total of seventy four books, all read over the past three years, so I can say I do have a huge reading experience. I know what excites and what doesn't, what's attractive and what isn't, and I try to apply that to my work. That's what I'm trying to do with Josette, testing the waters, if she wants more then she likes it, if she doesn't then I really got to work on my spices more.

'Where's your lunch?" I ask him when I remember the fries before me. He slides his backpack down his shoulders and to his lap, unzipping it and taking out a food sack from his bag "I bring my own food." He says "Not like you children of nowadays."

"Adam." I giggle "You are one year older than me."

"Your point?" He bites on his sandwich. If anyone has a power of making me laugh even when I'm in a nerve wreck, it's this guy. I really like the fact that he's my friend, I love having him around.

I've been so nervous since the second I woke up but now that I've finished writing I'm even more nervous. What if she doesn't like it? What if I forgot something? What if I forgot to edit? It's my first time bringing my work to the light and it's kind of eating my bones right now, even though I'm handing it to her tomorrow. I really hope she would like it, I wanna make my sisters proud. I feel like every tick on the clock is going slower then it's normal rate. Those twenty four hours are seriously going to be the longest twenty four hours in my life. My brain is rocking back and forth like an impatient ill. I have this high hope I can be the new member of the students' writing club, but I know the higher you go up with a rocket the harder you crash and that's what scares me the most. I don't want to look so highly at my work, but it's mine, I've created it I've made these universes with those many lives inside of it. Asking me to not give it hope is like asking a parent to give up on their children, which is quite impossible.

"Give me your hand." Adam says interrupting my wrecking ball of thoughts. He has been silent since he came in half an hour ago and to be honest I had no time to check on him. I look at him confused, but he repeats himself again so I give him my hand. He smiles to me, then slides something over my ring finger. It's a ring. Not quite a ring, it a plastic bag clip wrapped in a circle then in a heart, making it a heart ring. I feel my eye lids pull apart and somehow my heart melting. "I made one for myself, too." He says, putting on his own ring "Something like friendship rings." I actually want to cry so much right now. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done to me, and it was just out of the blue. I stare at my hand and at his, he actually made us friendship rings. Adam actually did that himself. He tilts his head with a little frown on his face "Do you not like it?"