Purpose

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cнapтer one

noveмвer 1, 2016

The  light November snow fell on top of me as I started walking home from  the local cafe with a book clutched to my chest; just trying to protect  it from the snow that dared to even lay an ounce of moisture to the  pages. I absolutely hate it when the pages of my books get ruined in any way, hell I hate when people do it to their own books. To me, -not only  was it my OCD acting up- it was as if the person had no respect for the  author's work... Books are like children, you don't go bending their  spine just because you're too lazy to hold it in your hands with care...

I blow a slight puff of air from between my lips, watching as my warm breath contradicted with the cold autumn air. I remember when I was a little  girl, I'd always  pretend as if I had been smoking something, but then again, what child didn't? After giggling at my own immature stupidity, I can't help but  feel a little dizzy, making me lean onto a brick wall.

I blow out another puff of air and pull out my phone, calling one of my best friends to come pick me up. There is no way I can walk down Downie and not bump into people in my state. I might as well be drunk.

"Hey Lark," I hear her voice and I slowly start heading to the stairs of the Avon, sometimes I  feel like I don't praise these things enough.

"Can you pick me up,  please?" I  whisper, loud enough for her to hear as I sit down next to  the railing  of the steps. I was getting some looks from some people  walking  by; some held a concerned look, but others showed disgust. I  roll my  eyes annoyed and lean against the rail with my eyes closed. I was in no mood to deal with anybody tonight...

"Of course, where are you?" Quinn questions with obvious confusion and worry before I start hearing her walk around.

"On the stairs of the Avon," I mumble and soon her and I are hanging up.

I just sit there quietly   with the sound of a guitar strumming near me, I open my eyes and look around seeing a guy on the other side of the stairs playing his guitar   while people surround him, bobbing their heads and tapping their feet  to  the beat.

From where I was  sitting, he seemed familiar... I let my eyes have a chance to focus  before I finally realize that the man strumming, was also him...

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So here's chapter one  rewrote, again! Haha, I'm so sorry for any confusion and hope you all  don't hate me! Also, that is Lark's new home at the top!

Lots of love, Jai.

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