Chapter 1

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"Cus i left my heart in Tokyo

And i'm finding my way back home"

-Good gasoline, Heart in Tokyo

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It's a Spring Afternoon. The trees blossoming every so lively and the streets filled with people walking and talking...

No...that's not it.

It's cliche to say that I've experienced love at first sight but...in reality, it wasn't just that. It was...more...

No ew gross. Why?

Walking down the hallway of my school, even though it's like Summer time and it's supposed to be vacation time...

No. Just no.

Gosh dang it.

Why can't I just write a simple book?

I just groaned and leaned my head on my study table as I tried to brainstorm ideas for my new book that I wanted to write but I have no idea what to do.

I gently rubbed my head as I sipped my cup of coffee...before spitting it back in.


I hated coffee...why did I even drink it?


This brainstorming thing is so exhausting. I wish I had a device that could help me brainstorm ideas and maybe help me find good story plots.

....GOOGLE- Oh no forget it.

I went to my laptop and tried getting some inspiration by listening to some melodious music.

I just sighed before leaning back against my chair as I stretched my hands out, closing my eyes as I drifted off to sleep.

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When I woke up, the sun was just starting to set. That's when I realised my phone was ringing and fumbled to pick it up.


"Hello.." You mumbled sleepily.


"Don't tell me you just woke up," It was your best friend, Felicia Doyle, on the other end.


"Well that's what i'm about to tell you," you joked back.


"Did you forget? We have plans tonight," She sighed.

"What plans,"

"What do you mean what plans????"


"..."

"Right....The plans...I totally remember-"

"You don't remember."

I obviously couldn't answer that because she was right.


"Your brother's house party, remember?" I could hear her smacking her lips together as she put on lip gloss so I imitated her.

"Bish you better not be late or he will start freaking out."

"Can't promise anything," I yawned.

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