Writer in process (The rest is still unwritten)

Monotonous-My Life

My life can be described in a few words: Busy. Foreign. Empty. Nervous. Worry-full. And most of them all- Monotonic.

Busy-because i haven't event had the time to see London, and i'm here four months already. Foreign- because i myself feel like a stranger, i never lived like this. Empty- beause my days don't hold anything but homework and these four walls. Nervous- because i'm never sure what will happen next, maybe the publishing house will say: "No book, go home." Worry-full- partly because of the latter, partly because i'm not that rich, i barely have enough money to live here and afford myself to eat. 

Monotonic- because it's all the same, every day. Same  and empty. For the first time in my life, i feel like a stranger to myself. Was i wrong to come here? That's the question i ask myself every day.

I reach for the next files as i sign my name on the one i've been writing for the last hour. 

Assignment 3: Description of the place/town you currently live in-2000 words.

Assignment 4: four page review of the following books:

Oh-oh. I can't do either. What am i going to do?

Tour guides are expensive. Wandering around London? I'm not keen on getting lost forever. Ough!

What to do, what to do? 

I put some music on and i sit on my bed. Suddenly, i turn it up. And up. Now, i'm aware that people ought to be annoyed. Hell, i feel like the Niall guy from next door. But this feels good. 

She works for the weekend, mixtape of her favorite bands

Tearin'up the radio, lost in the stereo sound

I could.....

I hear someone knocking.  Or more like- trying to make a hole in my door.

-Hello! Do you mind?

I get up and turn off the music. A few moments later i open the door.

-Oh, Blondie! - i fake a grin to try and get myself out of the trouble.

He raised an eyebrow. What's up with this guy?

-Hypocrite. 

-Why are we rude? - i smile.

-Because i'm tired.

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaand?

He narrowed his eyes - You're playing it too loud.

I nod - Oh, and you weren't playing too loud a few nights ago? What a surprise, i'd never get that! 

-Turn it off.

I look at him sceptically - It is turned off.

-Fine then- keep it off.

-Fine.

-Bye - he made to leave, but then i remember something.

-Oi, Neighbor, i need some help. Pronto. 

He stopped - Help as in..?

-I need a tour of London. I'm working on an assignment about London, but i've never really seen it.

-Are you serious? You've never seen London?

I shrug - A little while i'm walking down our street, but that's pretty much it. 

-So you're not from here?

-My father's from Ireland, but i've lived in England all my life. I've just never been to London. My mother's from Serbia.

-What's that?

-A small country in Europe. 

He nodded.

-Well? 

-Well what? - he asked confused.

-Will you help me or not?

-Tell you what: you let me rest for today and tomorrow i'll give you the best tour of London ever.

I grinned for real.

-Deal.