Her Notebook Of Escape

Chapter 2

Harriet's POV

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Greenville, North Carolina

I got a notebook from Dollar Tree. I decided to go on FaceTime and chat with Amy. I logged on and there she was. "Hi, Harriet!"

"Hi, Amy!" I waved.

"What are you up to right now?" Amy asked.

"I just got back from Dollar Tree," I replied.

"What did you get?"

"A notebook!"

"What?" Amy stammered.

I was taken aback by Amy's response. "Is there something wrong with what I got?" I asked, with a confused expression.

"You're not actually gonna write stories are you?" Amy asked with a lace of concern.

"Yes I am!" I said, proudly. "As you can plainly see, I have developed a passion for writing!"

"Since when?" Amy snorted.

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just told her that I have what it takes to write.

"I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I don't think you have the ambition to write," said Amy. "I just don't see it in you."

"Oh yeah? Watch me!" I shot back. "I have to go now! Bye!" I logged out, and held back the tears that were about to be released from my eyes. I can't believe my best friend would have doubts over my writing potential. I got my pen, and started writing a story about a man in France. Everything around me, transformed before my very own eyes.

I was now in Paris. The intoxicating aroma of pastries greeted me, and up ahead was the Eiffle Tower! There was the man I created. He looked to be in his 20s, with brown hair, a goatee, and had a tattoo on his left arm, which was a heart.

"Hello!" I said, getting his attention.

"Who are you?" He said, giving me a perplexed expression.

"I'm Harriet!"

"I don't know you, kid!" The man said.

"I created you!" I said.

"You did?!"

"Yes! You're a fictional character!"

"Well, shut my mouth! What am I doing here in Paris? What's my name? Where did I come from?"

"Oh gosh! You see, I was writing all this in a notebook, and all of a sudden, I somehow got transported here! I didn't have time to give you a name, or your place of origin!"

"What are you waiting for? Get to it!" The man said, rudely.

Regaining my composure, I quickly brainstormed some male names. "Your name is Roger! And, you're from California!"

"I'm from California, yes!" Roger said. "Where are you from?"

"North Carolina!"

"Ah, I always wanted to visit the Outer Banks!"

"It's a lovely area!"

"Look, I want to apologize for being rude to you! I'm just a fictional character, and I was just confused about who I was!" Roger said.

"It's all good, Roger!" I said, smiling. "Are you in the mood for some delicious French pastries?"

"Oui!" Roger said.

"Do you speak French?" I asked.

"I wish!" Roger chuckled. "What about you, Harriet?"

"Nope!" I replied. We proceeded to this lovely French cafe, where the smell of everything greeted us as we walked in. Beautiful French music was playing on the radio.

"What can I get for you, Madame?" The French waitress asked.

"Chocolate mousse, please, I said." All of a sudden, I heard my mother's voice.

"It's time for dinner, Harriet!"

Before I knew it, I was transported back to reality. I was back in my own room. What happened? Where is Roger? Where is Paris? If it wasn't for my mom, I would have ate that tasty French dessert! I left my room and walked into the kitchen.

"I cooked lasagna with dinner rolls," my mom said.

"Careful, it's hot!" My dad said.

I sat down and my mom served me. I had yet to tell my parents about my dream of writing. I would tell them right now.

I wonder what they'll think?

A/N Hey guys! Another chapter for ya! What did you think of Amy's snide comment towards Harriet? What did you think of that magical transportation into Harriet's notebook? What did you feel? What did you think of Roger? And what do you think Harriet's parents will say about her writing? Don't be a silent reader. Please show some love and support by voting, leaving feedback, and sharing this story with others! Thanks guys! Love you all! ❤️✨❤️✨