Me Myself And I

Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is my first ever "good" written book so don't judge, and this book only gets better in like the first 5 chapters so keep on reading, trust me I have so many things planned out for later so I'm sorry if the first couple of chapters are boring. Anyways, Enjoy!

PS Comment on anything you like or are confused at! 

Lost in the words of the book, I haven't noticed that the sun has set down only until the librarian has woken me up from my imaginary world of pride and prejudice. Although I've read it several times, it makes sense since it is one of best books out of the hundreds I've read ... This year. Okay maybe I am addicted to books, and maybe it does make me feel like some person high on ecstasy - if that even makes sense- and even though people think I'm some girl who has her life revolved around characters in books instead of people around her; it makes me feel safe like I'm hidden in my own haven.

I looked back at the clock as I read that it was already 8PM after thanking Mrs Raven (the librarian) for reminding me of the time, and no mrs raven isn't the only person I have closest to a friend, instead I have my best and only friend Nathalie's messages filed up in my notifications after I had my head locked on a book for more than an hour.

As I walked out of the libraries doors with my shoulder bag filled up with heavy books and journals, I started to feel my phone vibrate in my hand, if it was Nathalie calling I would've easily ignored the call since I was tired of hearing her complaints about her 2 year relationship with some idiot guy, but instead I answered when I saw the words "mom" written on my screen.

"Blake where are you? I thought you'd be back early from school today, you should've at least messaged me and told me that you were staying up at that library-" my mom rambled into the phone until I cut her off.

"Mom I'm fine, I just got carried away, don't worry I'm already on the way," I said, while I walked towards my car and buckled my seatbelt.

"Alright then, be careful on the road," she said before I hanged up and focused on the road towards my house.

My mom can be very ... Protective. After my dad passed away three years ago, during the beginning of my freshman year, it was like she was on my back 24/7, and the tension in the house never faded. I still remember when I cried for days after my mom heard the news from the hospital that my dads lungs failed after the many trials of fighting his cancer, and ever since I grimaced whenever a person walked by with a cigarette between their fingers.

I guess books were the only thing that kept me positive, that just made me forget about everything and everyone, and made me forget about the terrible incident - as cliche as that sounds.

My thoughts were stopped when I noticed the familiar white mansion I call my home, after deliberately asking my mom to sell this place so she can relax from all the workload she gets from her job she always ends up yelling about how this house holds so many cherished memories with my father and how she'd do anything to keep it, which I think is ridiculously stupid. As much as I loved my father, my mom shouldn't think a mansion is going to keep his presence remembered or whatever memories that lie in it.

Sighing as I unlocked the door from the doorstep and walking into the big white hallway, my tired pace then stopped after hearing my mothers conversation on the phone from the kitchen.

"No of course I have no problem with that dear! ... Macy haven't I known you for all my life? ... You should absolutely come ... That doesn't matter," After already listening to the long conversation I entered the kitchen with a slight smile towards my mom, she approached me with a hug as she continued talking on the phone.