The Writer

Chapter 1

I know this morning will be as good as i expected. I woke up just the right time i alarmed my clock. I know i slept exactly eight hours. Im starting to get up from my bed enthusiastically, as in with feeling of determination to make this day unforgettable. This is the first day of my class in my last year of being a high schooler. The time of senior year. I don't want to think the upcoming last semester of this year. But i would rather start it, make memories and write it.

I took a bath and choose a clothes that will fit the perfect weather outside. I chose to be edgy today. A gray shirt and a jeans will do complement with my B&W all star shoes. Im leaving the house without my make-up but not without my journal. It is my bestfriend aside from my social clingy classmate slash childhood bestfriend Chesley. I can't wait to see her and her over dramatic lovelife. I went downstairs running to the kitchen to get some bread to the toaster. There my mom was cooking and preparing breakfast.

"Sweetie, careful. You might start your day with a bruise. And since its your first day of class, why not take a full breakfast with us. It's too early to leave"

"No mom, i got to go. Im on my way to the park first before i go to school".

"Oh! Are you going to finish writing your book again?"

I always feel uneasy inside whenever she ask me that question.

"Mommm! Was that a compliment or sarcasm?"

She washed her hands and dry it before talking again. She went on my side and put her hands on my shoulder.

"I was just wondering Fia. Why did you wrote those books and keep on writing when you never feel on sharing it with others to read it".

" Mom, i am a writer of my own world and its up to me if i wanted  to tell the world or not".

"Alright, im not gonna push you to publish those books for God's sake. But i just want you to know that all of it are interesting and beautiful stories are knitted with real life event in your life. I think so. Hmmm. Maybe someday your heart might give you the guts to tell it".

"Maybe. Just maybe. And its not my real life event mom, i never fall in love in my whole life".

"You don't say!" She walked with me at the front door.

"Mom, im leaving!"

I pulled back her hands on my shoulder and walk to the door waving goodbye her. But she still shout few of words before i close the door.

"Don't fall in love Fia". She said in a psychological reversing tone.

"Whatever mom!"

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I ran to my car and drive all the way to the park. Im spending my thirty-minutes here to wonder and write before going to school since it was ten minutes away from here. I find an empty place where i can sit alone. I get down to the grass, get my journal in my bag and start writing.

" I don't know if today is the day where i will fall in love and feel the magical feeling of it. I believe in love but i never felt the way it gives to a human. I feel the -.."

Before i could write my next word, something hit my head. And instead of writing the word, i spilled it out so fast.

"The lovebirds ouuuuccccchhh!"

I scratched the back of my head and try to ease the pain outgrowing after the hard hit of something.

"What was that?" I turned around and see a guy who is in a hurry running towards me.

"Im so sorry, i didn't mean to throw it intentionally in you. Are you hurt?".

"Ofcourse i am. What do you expect, you hit me on my backhead".

I got up and wipe down some dirt on my legs. When i look towards the guy who hit me, he is already walking away while throwing up and down the ball in his hand. inconsiderate careless guy. That's the time i freely give myself a chance to check him from head to toe. Base on his stature, he is sporty. Sadly, i didn't have a chance to overlook his face. I shook my head rapidly. Wa-wait! Overlook? Why would i do that! Ive never been a criticizer or observant to a guy before. Argh! Stop it fia. When i look on the way where the guy is, it seems that he is mocking me by shaking his head too and laugh a little. He hopped on his car and drive away from the park. I wasted, no! That guy wasted my 15minutes. I still have five minutes but i gathered up my things and decided to just go early at school. But before i could start up the engine, i get my journal and jotted down.

5th of June 5:45am park
i met a GUY. A careless inconsiderate guy!!!
-fia

I closed the journal, put it down on the passenger seat and start turning the wheels.

(Hollaback girls background music)

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a/n : hi everyone. Im Rosemarie but i preferred you all to call me Rm. Im new in here, and i tried to just spend my free time doing this. Forgive me for some error in grammar. Just help yourself to imagine of what it could be. Hahaha Thanks for wasting your time reading this. Please help me finish this with love and support from all of you. Just hit the star for a vote and a comment will be appreciated (good or bad ) Love. Love. ♥♥♥

-rm