who am I (a roller coaster ride) #wattys2016

Chapter Five

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"You turn right, then up the stairs, the office is right in front of the bathroom" Mohamed replied in a slightly-bored manner, which surprisingly earned a laugh from Greg.

Oh wow, his laugh is almost musical, but why is he laughing. If anything, he should storm off at Mohamed's lack of respect.

He smiled at us, then headed off and right then, I released a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

I shrieked as soon as he was out of earshot, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God."

"Jay" Steph whined, "if I wanted a broken toy, I would've just visited my brother's room."

Frowning playfully at her, I started narrating "You see my good friend......"

"This is gonna be painful" Mohamed interrupted, which earned him a punch to his stomach with my bag.

"When by a twist of destiny, I see before my eyes, my idol, the writer that had most influenced me throughout my life, the person I admired for his wisdom, Witt and modesty, I am allowed to lose my mind." I finished with pride

"Yes, yes, that's all great, but I gotta ask, are all writers this hot?" she said while waving her hand in front of her face.

"Behave" I scolded.

"Ladies" Mohamed called our attention, "what's the big deal, he's just the most popular bestselling author, who had his work translated into 6 different languages and........ yeah, I guess I get it" Mohamed trailed off, silenced by his own words.

Bright, blinding light bulbs lit up inside my head as something occurred to me. "But wait, why would Dean Sabrin invite him here? He's not at all the "let go of your morals and think money money money" kind." I shared my thoughts, slightly puzzled.

"Guess she wanted to turn the tables for a change" Mohamed suggested.

"I guess." I said offhandedly, clearly not convinced.

"Well, bright side, school just got a little interesting." She beamed as we made our way out of the infirmary.
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"Now that we're all here,..... finally" Dean Sabrin gave a disapproving glare in my direction.

Oh give me a break, I fainted for fudge's sake

"Our guest may finally inform us of his reasons for gracing us with his most-appreciated visit, Mr.Mohy, will you please" She gestured to the dark-haired man, which looked to be in his mid-thirties, looking professional in his dark blue suit, portraying a perfectly trimmed beard and a wide smile. To say that I was over the moon, would be an understatement, for meeting this man had been my never-faltering dream, ours to be exact.

Allowing my memories to take a backseat, I focused on Mr.Mohy.

I got so focused, that if an ice-cream cart were to be turned over in the middle of the auditorium and free ice-cream was to be delivered to us, I wouldn't have even budged, which is quite a sacrifice on my part. It's ice-cream people!

"Good afternoon, boys and girls, If you'd let me, I'd like to introduce myself to those of you who don't know me, my name is Greg Mohy, I am a writer. I've been writing since I was six, stories that my parents would just nod at and give me a fake speech on how greeeeaaat they were," He started off with humor and I was speechless. This has never happened before! He's actually speaking to us like we're 18 year olds, not some  cheeky kids, who'd have a lollipop when uncle says so.

Despite the statement being repeated over and over again, I cannot stress who brutal these so-called "lectures-encouraging-individuality" were. Clearing his throat, he brought me out of my sulking.

Well, guess my Eagle-like concentration was more of an insect's .

"The reason I came here today, along with responding to the invitation, given by Dean Sabrin, was to announce the news of my  upcoming  contest,"He spoke in an authoritative voice.

I really am afraid that too much excitement would make me decorate the floor with my frame again, I continued blabbering inside my brain. If I turn my blabbering into a book, I wonder how many people will make fun of me, Ha ,try tonnes! 

"Due to numerous suggestions by fans of my publishing company, I am going country to country to host a writing contest for young adults across the globe and giving special prizes to our winners," his eyes spelled mischief, indicating that he wasn't done. "And for the four talented students, I am offering you a special offer on my behalf to  attend GAA (Grey's Academy of Arts), with a full scholarship and become my personal students, for I believe that, to make a better world, we need to teach each other what we know, so that each can benefit their own community, family or even  country. It never is about what you are and who you'll become, it's about what you'll do when you become someone.SO, we need to let go of our fantasies and pessimism, if there's a problem, we shouldn't just sulk about it, but find ways to fix it. For what really separates people from one another is not grades, jobs or names, it's how they think. Make a stand, think for yourself and challenge the world, since no one becomes someone by watching from the stands. Big names are still people children, who fell and cried along the way, but you know what made them who they are now, hard-work, which never fails to give its bearer honour and prestige." He finished strongly, his booming voice vibrating beneath my feet and left the auditorium with a simple goodbye.

To say that I was awestruck, would, once again, be an understatement. He really got through to me, when no one ever came close to do so and definitely gave me plenty to think about, but there was one thought that was roaring above all in my "oh-too-small-for-all-these-commotions-and-confusion" brain, which was surprisingly voiced by Steph.

"so, you're thinking of applying?"