Finding Love

CHAPTER 1

I stare at the ceiling wondering if I'm ever gonna be happy. It's not that I have a bad life; it's just that...I don't feel content.

I have everything one could ask for: loving parents, an amazing friend group, my life's sorted out, and I do have fun like normal teenagers my age, but sometimes I just feel like that's not enough.

Usually, once I get up in the morning, I go for a light jog or a walk; once I'm done with that, I get ready and leave for college. I volunteer at a nearby shelter (that's the most favorite part of my day) and head back home. And that's pretty much what I've been doing for the past year.

There's a sudden knock, which startles me out of my daze as I turn my head toward the door, "who is it?" I mumble.

"It's me, sweetie. Do you mind if I come in?"

My mother's sweet voice echoes as I readjust myself on the bed and sit up straight as she comes in and sets a plate on my desk,

"I've brought you dinner; eat it first, and then you can get back to your assignment, yeah?"

Right. The assignment. I nod as I give her a quick smile, she smiles back and leaves

I sigh as I get the plate of food and settle back down on my bed; I might have been a little too melancholic again; it was triggered by my assignment.

You see, I actually want to become a vet, but my parents have been strongly against that idea, so I had no choice but to choose another major, Literature.
But that's not the reason I've been moping around.

My professor gave out assignments yesterday; every student of his got a unique assignment that he thinks is picked out 'just for them,' and I already hate it.

My assignment is to write about 'falling in love'. Like literally, FALLING IN LOVE?!
He thinks that the assignment best suited for me is something that I've never experienced? Like how does that work? I did try to tell him that I've never 'fallen in love' and that it's something that is just not for me right now, but he insisted that this is my assignment and that he's also not going to change it.

I'm literally a hopeless romantic, I could just whip up some sappy, corny shit and hand it in, but I feel like he's going to find out. Immediately.
Also, this assignment is due at the end of the course, like in 3 years.
So I guess, I should just wait for my characters to fall from the sky.

I sigh as I stuff my mouth again with the mashed potatoes that my mother had prepared, and I set the plate aside once I am done with it wondering how I would write a whole-ass assignment on falling in love when I've never experienced it myself.

As I pack my stuff for tomorrow, the only thing I can think about is this assignment. And it wouldn't be such a big problem if I could just make up shit and hand it in, but I can't.
Because
Harper West does not do shit halfheartedly.

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Hii, so this is my first story, and I'm new to this😭. I'm not exactly sure about what pov I'm supposed to use so I guess I'm just experimenting
So please don't be rude😭, if you have suggestions regarding my writing or story, It'll be appreciated.
Also English isn't my first language so bear with any typos or grammar mistakes😭
(I'll probably rewrite if the grammar is really bad, but we'll see about that after I complete the story)
I'm really glad that you decided to give my story a try. I'll try hard to be consistent, but I can't make any promises.
I hope you enjoy reading Finding Love<3