"Promise?" "Promise"

So I had an idea of a book, very randomly, and I started working it out. I wont make it too long because my life is very busy, I'll always write stories. I'm very sorry for every spelling mistake I make, but you all know I'm not English. Btw i'm looking for a pen pal, so if anyone is interested, leave a comment. Hope you all like the story, leave a comment, leave a like xx

I walked on the street. All alone. That is very unusual around here. A voice whispered in my ear and looked around. No one.

"Love me. Please?" the voice whispered. It was from behind me, but I couldn't turn around.

"Where are you? Show yourself" I said with fear.

"I" the voice started talking, while the street was fading away. "I am dead. I think" That's clear, I thought sarcastic. "Will you come back? Will we be together again? Why not? What? Answer me? No? When will I see you again? Maybe?" all the questions were said on the same time. My head hurted and I woke up.

"Dude are you crazy? Wake up! Are you in a coma or something? You've never slept this tight" a voice shouted my ear.

"Christen?" I said sleepy.

"We're going to get late for class, it's 08.15 am"Christen yelled.

"What?"

"Go and dress yourself, you've 10 minutes" he took my arm and pulled me out of my bed. I fell on the ground and got up.

I looked in the mirror, my surfer-haircut was all messed up. The way I liked it. Nothing on the right place, fuzzy,curly and black. Too bad the black colour made my face look white. I'm pretty white. I'm from a surfers town, everybody there is tanned and muscled, eccept for me, that didn'yt made me a bad surfer. Surfing was my life. Together with filming, I wanted to make movies. Be a directer. I brushed my teeth and got dressed, no breakfast, and ran to Christen who was waiting by the door. We walked, I mean ran, to our lesions and were just in time for a subject I didn't even liked. The teacher called out our names. There were 41 student who had chosen this subject, I only chose it to be with Christen. Who wasn't only my roommate, but also my best friend.

"Moana Sobbenai?" the teacher yelled, he looked through the classroom.

"Here" I said. I know my name is weird, that's why my Friends call me Mon. My real name means Sea. Don't worry, this book won't only be about surfing and Hawaii, it actually only goes about my filming career. And love.

In the middle of the lesion, I almost fell asleep again. Christen kept me awake. "I know college is boring, but some day we'll be directors or actors. Keep that in mind. Never forget your goal" he whispered. He said that a lot, 'never forget your goal'. It was his 'thing' to say that. My mom used to say that too, every time he says it, I die a little, missing my mom. I never told him because it's weak to cry about someone who died 6 years ago. when I was only 14. Now I'm 20, time to cry is over.

The lesion ended and Christen and I walked to our next subject. 'Writing&Produsing'. The subject were we had to be creative and make movies. That was why I chose this education.

"Morning class. I'm glad you're all on time. I'm really excited about this project. And I hope you'll be too" The teacher walked from the left the right and looked at us. "Tell me, were do you think about when you think of this city, New York?" A few classmates raised their hands. "You"

A girl with red hair and big, deep blue eyes answered. "Money, buildings, business people"

"Great, more. And you?" the teacher pointed to someone else.

"Home" a boy answered with confidence. "Happiness, joy, history"

"Could be, yes. And you" the teacher said.

I looked up to see who would answer him this time, and I saw everyone looking at me. He meant me, I guess.

"Well, everyone things of money, business and new opportunities. Shopping perhaps. But a lot of people are homeless. They don't have a home, or money, or a job, or a family. They are all alone. Cold, on the street. I think of difference if I think about New York, because so many people have so little. And so many people have so much" the class was quiet and the teacher nodded.

"Thant's very unique and clever of you. You look through the life of yourself and people around you. You just see the truth. You know more. That is what a director needs" he didn't said anything for a moment. "Anyways, hold on to your thought about New York and try to imagine a documentary about it, because that is what you guys are going to make. I'll give you a paper with the points you've to take care of when you make a documentary. Of course you can't make a script, you can't play in it yourself and you can't fake it. You have to follow a person that has something to do with your theme, or more people, interview them, let them tell you everything about your way of life. I gave you a camera and a microphone in the begin of this school year so you can those. Good luck, think about it for a minute, I'm going to look for those paper" the teacher walked out of the class room and everyone started talking.

"Let me guess, you take homeless people as theme?" Christen asked.

"Yes, I think so. What are you going to do?" I turned around to face him behind me.

"I don't know. Maybe if my dad has time he can talk about his movie" Christens dad is a famous director, that's why he's on this school. His dad made a movie her in New York. "Then I can follow him when he's on the set for his new movie"

"Is he going to make a new movie?"

"Yea, but it's a secret. They start here in New York but later they will go to Japan and then to the Philippines. Maybe I can join him. And you? Are you just going to follow a creepy, stinky, gross, poor, strong, bad homeless guy?"

"Maybe. But I was hoping for a girl" I smiled and winked.

"A homeless girls? Good luck"

The teacher came back in the class room and handed out the papers, he gave us some tips and ended the less.

well, i hope u guys like it. ill write the next chapter soon and stuff. leave a comment, leave a like.

bye xx