Fated Stars [STOPPED]

One: Arbejdsglæde

Arbejdsglæde

-( noun, Danish) when your work is a source of happiness and joy

Before

"What are you writing?" A voice asked as 13-year-old Janice's pen slid around the notebook pages, covering itself with her beautiful handwritten words and her imagination that were about to be inked on its delicate lucky pages.
Janice Alicia Smith smiled yet continued to ink her ideas on the paged notebook. She loved writing, no matter what she'd do, she still finds company with the pages and notebooks and the pens. They were considered as family, in replacement for the world that managed to shut itself against her, that managed to leave her and closed itself without her, no matter how hard she tried. And so, she wrote.
"That's incorrectly spelled, it's supposed to be a cappella not acapela. You're good at writing, Janice. Come on." The stranger chuckled, pointing a finger against the word she just wrote. Janice huffed and crossed it out, finally looking up to take a look.
"Alright, Vince. Fine, it's a cappella. I was just checking if you were watching the words like you often do." Janice smiled at the boy who shrugged and sat down beside her underneath the shade of the Cherry Blossom Tree her back was rested against.
Vincent Raven Young was one of Janice's acquiantances, they'd met because once upon a time, their parents were best of friends until, well, let's just say their love life got a bit complicated that they went their separate ways.
"Excuses." Vincent rolled his eyes but laughed as he settled comfortably.
"It's not an excuse, Vince. I always tell you that when you watch me write. Excuses, whatever." Janice smiled, pausing her pen to think a bit of the words next, she's been writing a chiché love story.
Cliché love stories always have a good ending. Hers was about this boy who fell head-over-heels for his friend who didn't like him back, instead liked this guy who was his enemy. After a while, in a few chapters, the girl also falls for him and they live happily ever after. But it wasn't easy to write some romance flick story. It needs to have some emotion, some connection and some lines that could make everyhting feel magical to the characters and the readers. Maybe she'll just make some fairytale in the end.
"Those are love stories, aren't they?" Vincent asked, his eyes settling on the page marked Chapter Three.
"Yep, Vince, you know I'm a fan of those. Except this is too cliché for its own good." Janice laughed, stopping when a piece of her light brown hair got stuck in her mouth. She coughed as Vincent chuckled, bemused at her bad luck.
"Too cliché? Imagine your love story was cliché like the story you wrote." Vince chuckled, pointing at the title, Harmony. Janice has never been great at titling so she usually gave someone the space for the title, like her sister, Arianne, who loved to read Janice's stories and fawned over that she was the best writer she knew.
Janice huffed, that would never happen. But, what if, it did. She'd think about it later. For now, she'll write and hope that Vince wouldn't make anything actually too cliché or point out that she had an error, which she hated with a burning passion.

"Janice!" Arianne grinned by the time she went home from her writing. Her twin sister had been waiting for her by the porch of their home, cross-legged and drawing a beautiful scene of Autumn air, like the season now. While Janice had been great at writing and grammar, Arianne has always triumphed drawing and anything artsy. Janice smiled and ran to sit next to her sister, whose curly hair has been cut to match Janice's shoulder length straight brown hair, the only difference they had, their hair style. Janice had straight light brown hair and sea blue eyes while Arianne had very wavy, considered curly to her, brown hair and identical sea blue eyes.
"Have you written another beautiful piece? Is it the next story of that horror story you wrote last week?" Arianne asked, looking at her sister who shook her head, "It's love." Arianne squealed and dropped her sketchbook, her sister was a hopeless romantic, even by the young age of thirteen, she's been interested in love and its happiness. It was Janice's job to let her imagine and feel the love the story was holding. "But romance isn't really my forte." Janice shrugged as her sister would take none of her words, she waved her off and stole her notebook, flipping its pages and starting to read while Janice took entertainment in watching the autumn leaves fall into the ground as the sunset made it shine beautifully brighter.
The leaves released itself willingly from the branch and twirled and twisted around to reach the ground, as it was bathed by the sunset light. The stars would show next. She'd been a fan of the stars, constellations, and the night sky ever since she saw in flood into the room, as she sat in the window, looking and observing how it shone brightly, reflecting light and releasing it.
"The girl is so annoying, how can she not notice the boy's in love with her?" Arianne complained as she read the notebook. Janice shrugged, "That's how the story goes, I guess."
When Arianne reluctantly handed back her notebook, the night came and everything was drenched in darkness. The light of the porch was on while two sisters trudged inside, tired of a calm day.
"Did you check the tree?" Arianne asked, looking over her shoulder at Janice who nodded, "I did. I write there for inspiration, remember?"
"Oh yeah, you are too much like Mom. Writing stuff while I get my talent from Dad." Arianne grumbled. They'd usually avoided the topic of their parents for a reason that Janice never wanted to confide to other people, but this seemed like, the time to bring it up.
"Well, I guess that's how genetics work. You get stuff from both parents and the ones that show up are the dominant ones, You can draw and I can write, it's just the matter of the dominant triats and you get a skill or talent or whatever you prefer." Janice said as her sister opened the wooden door to their room, finding their own beds and collapsing in it. "You are too smart for your own good, Janice." Arianne groaned. Janice smiled and answered,

"Maybe that's how I really am."