The Force of Falling In Love

Chapter One

The only thing I will do for the rest of my summer is going to start in a few more minutes. 

I am sitting here at the corner, near a table, browsing through my twitter account. Everyone included in the club keeps tweeting about the event that is going to be held today. I keep receiving notifications because of the mentions and such. It's a journalism organization, and I am included at the Million Words To Say session. 

There are different sessions in this organisation; there's for news writing, others are for magazines, non-fictions and for the session that I'm in, it's the  fiction and literary. 

We are all in the gym as session lead writers welcome the people who'd sign up in their part, and I did the sign up for about an hour ago. I woke up at eight, went here for like twenty-five minutes and sign up immediately just to wait for an hour yet. How great is it, right?

Everyone else gathered here in the gym, so the moment the lead writers went up to stage and one-by-one, they mentioned the names of their members, as the members being called go in a specific room at the real building of this university. They made the mentioning of names so that no one will get lost because others, like I do, are just new to the school.

It was a good thing that the next saying of name is the session where I am in and once my name was called, I swiftly looked around to see where the assistant of the lead writer point the room we're going to.

The room we're in was a computer lab, unexpectedly. I thought we're to take like an ordinary classroom and that I remembered that photography is included in literary form. The reason why is I don't know yet, but I'm about to find out.

Our lead writer is a twenty-four-year-old guy who's name is Daniel Cara. I stalked him a while ago when I saw his name on the paper we were signing up. He's wearing a long-sleeve polo, and blue pants together with brown shoes and foot sock. Every girl's almost talking about him. I admit that he's a bit cool, but a bit old too.

Everyone went to sit on the desk wherever they want but we will be using this one computer for the whole organisation. I chose the computer at the first row, on the last column in front. I am near the window, and I can totally see the other side of the school, the other campus.

Then, Daniel introduced his assistant who is Gray Harris, and yeah, he's fine but Daniel's better. Not only the leaders who are bound to introduce themselves but also us, the members. Daniel told to throw the 'front first' tradition so we started at the back which made me the last of the count.

My teeth started to shiver and my stomach started to produce more and more adrenaline. I wonder how I would introduce my name, where I'm from, when I started writing and what inspires me to write. 

Some had their dramas, comedy, fantasies and I still have no idea how to put my words on line until it was my turn. Some are not even looking which made me feel better but Daniel pushed them so everyone became quite. The butterflies- no, the bees started buzzing in y stomach again.

"Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Sapphire Scarlet, and I'm actually not comfortable of saying where I'm from, if that's okay with you," I told with a tone of expecting that they would be fine with it and Daniel said, "Oh, yeah, it's okay. It's okay. So, Sapphire, when did you start writing and what inspires you to do so?"

"Err- I started writing... when I was in elementary. I was interested on this one classmate, and one day, our English teacher told to make a story. Any story would do, so I did a family story. After that, I thought of making more stories but about the boy I was interested with and me. Then, there I started to become inspired in writing until I loved it and it kind of loved me back," I answered and everyone else was staring at me that I felt like I had ran out of breath.

"That's an interesting story, miss. You may take your seat and everyone, I'm so glad to work with you. Now, for your project," Daniel said.

I sat down immediately and looked at my seatmate who smiled at me. I smiled back at her. 

Daniel went in front and wrote some few words on the white board. He stated, "You have three months to do this, and what you're going to do is make a book- whether it's a story with poems, a thrill, a science fiction, or a love story, all you need is to make your story end with the term and idea of 'last'. Two people getting married isn't the idea of 'last', I reckon. For an example, I prefer if the ending would be like two strangers met each other on the train subway and after a few moments of bonding together, they just went separately on with their lives and they never met each other again like for the rest of their lives. A death will do, too, but of course, don't make the story too obvious. 

"You have three months, so then I expect that maybe you could make it up to a hundred words, right? The best story we could examine at the end of the year will have the chance to get their books to be published by the company behind this organisation, but before that, how do we do this? You'll need to do a book, like compile all the chapters you make each day, and the usage of computers will be entering now. You'll need to make a book cover. There is Adobe Photoshop, and InDesign that I think you'll be needing. So, does anyone have a question?"

Nobody raised their hands, but I have a question. Of course, as a child being shy, I didn't do anything. "okay, so no one, I guess. I'll send to each of you the lay out of some pages you needed to follow. You may start with your ideas now."

I looked at the computer, and I started clicking and typing.