The crazy Author

Chapter one: The inspirational voice

I walked into class as normal and I got my books out for Science. I grabbed the chair and pulled it out from underneath the desk, the same spot by the window just how I liked it. I got my pen out from behind my ear, I was considered a loner at school. I kept to myself all of the time. I would always do my work then call it a day, but I had another side to me no-one knew about. The mistress walked in, she was a very pretty woman, tall, long black hair, secretary like glasses, pristine dark green eyes, a smile that always warms your heart up, and can't forget the freckles that lay across her face. Anyways, she slammed the textbooks down just like any other lesson. Everyone jumped out of their skins apart from me. She is so predictable. Honestly, how does she still scare people? We are in term 2 for crying out loud.

"C-can I sit next to you today for this lesson?" a young fella named Heath stood next to me and spoke calmly. I had an idea for my book later tonight, his voice really gave me wild thoughts for the main male character.

"Uhh sure no-one ever sits next to me but go ahead." I tried not to stumble over my words, I tried to play it off cool plus I needed him to keep talking so I could take notes. I wanted him to think I was some-what normal.

"Cheers'' he spoke and I wish he said more but that's just creepy to ask to babble about something just so I can study his voice for a story. I quickly started to write down all of the notes Mrs Redrick wrote on the board, as soon as she was finished you shouldn't be too far behind her. I was lucky and I wrote full time, every second I would be writing stories so I was pretty quick unlike these other students who use laptops because they are too lazy to write. I mean it isn't that hard you just gotta learn it becomes muscle memory just like typing. I wrote my notes and I finished everything as always and I stared out of the window and dreamed about my characters from my story doing all of the cute things they do.

"Anna! The writers club meeting is next period at IG5." The mistress spoke loudly making sure I heard her, but little did she know I run the club so of course I knew there was a meeting next period.