Monochromatic •ai

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The rain makes me happy. So does coffee and classical music. I love films and photography and I especially love music. But not a lot of people can relate to the things I love. So naturally, that means I don't have a lot of friends to converse with. But that's fine with me, because I also enjoy being alone.

Throughout my 17 years of life of living on this world, I have come to a conclusion. People are horrible and should just eradicate themselves. People are selfish, judgemental and destructive. Everybody is the same, no one is different. So why do people live? I have yet to find the answer to that question.

"A black coffee and a poppyseed muffin." The waiter sets my purchased items down. I nod in response. I lift up my mug filled with the bitter substance and raise it to my lips and take a quick drink.

I take out my black leather journal and open it to the next clean page:

"Today I feel calm."

Everyday I write down what I feel. If I'm angry, I explain why. If I'm sad, I explain why. Do I have a reason for being calm? Because it's raining? Because I have my coffee? Or because they are playing Saint Saens Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso?

The bell chimes, indicating a new customer. Not that it bothers me in any way. I finish my coffee and muffin and decide it's time to go home. My mom is probably wondering where I am. I stand up and walk to the garbage only for someone to bump into me and spill their boiling hot coffee on me.

I clench my teeth and hold my empty mug with a tight grip. Don't start anything Emma. I look up and it's a tall guy, with shaggy blonde hair with hazel eyes. He looks down at me and sees that his coffee is all over me.

"Watch where you're going, kid." He says monotonously. I can feel my blood boil.
"Watch where you're going, dick." I growl. His expression doesn't change.

"I think you owe me a coffee now." He says looking at his now empty mug. He looks so lifeless. He has no emotion in his voice and his eyes are tired and dull. But that doesn't concern me.
"Fuck you and your coffee." I yell and throw my things away and walk out the coffee shop door. What's his problem? He's the one that bumped into me.

I pull my black hood over my head and walk home. It's not too far anyways. I put my headphones in and play some beautiful piano melodies. I slowly feel my blood pressure returning to normal.

A small black car pulls up next to me and I look through the rolled down window.
"Hey Em, need a ride?" Luke asks smiling. I slowly open the door and get in the passengers seat. Soft rock music is playing from his radio.
"Why were you walking in the rain?" He asks driving to my neighborhood.
"I like the rain." I say looking out the window.
"You could have caught a cold." He sounds just like my mother. I roll my eyes and continue watching the outside world.

"You smell strongly of coffee." He says when he pulls up to my driveway.
"Some asshole poured coffee on me." I say, recalling the memory, instantly glaring. I hear Luke chuckling.
"It's not funny." I say, and he quickly stops. I get out of the car and grab my bag, walking up to my front door.

"See you tomorrow!" Luke yells, driving away. I quickly walk in and am greeted with the smell of chicken noodle soup. I walk into the kitchen where my mom is standing pouring the soup into two little bowls.

"I'm home." I say, and she jumps, accidentally pouring the soup on the floor. She turns around quickly and looks at me wide eyed.
"You scared me!" She says out of breath, putting the bowl down and holding a hand to her chest.
"Sorry."

"You are cleaning that up." My mom says pointing to the ground covered in soup. I sigh and grab a washcloth and wipe up the mess.
"Honey, you are soaking wet! Go get some comfortable clothes on." My mom commands, looking at me.

I go upstairs and tie my long blonde hair into a braid and change into a oversized white shirt with leggings. I walk downstairs and have the soup while watching some horror movies together with my mom.
"How was your day, Em?" My mom asks taking a sip of her soda.
"Some asshole poured coffee on me, but other than that, I felt calm today." I say finishing my soup.

At 11 I go upstairs to my bedroom and play around on my phone, and notice I have a text from one of my friends.

From Mandy:

cn i brro sum shoes?

I actually, cringed away from my phone. Who even types like that?

To Mandy:

No.

After much arguing and spelling errors, I agree to bring her a pair of shoes for school tomorrow. I turn everything off and lay in my bed.

Will tomorrow be different? Will I die tomorrow? Will I be happy tomorrow? Will it rain tomorrow? Will I do good in math tomorrow?

Guess I will find the answer to those questions, tomorrow.

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hey guys! how did you like the first chapter? what do you think of the main character, emma? ashton?
legit already shipping them.
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-violet