As I walked into the library I was met with the gossip of the morning.
"Did you here,that the man that works as a mechanic across the road from us has just hired a extremly handsome boy straight from college?"
" Yes I have heard! Did you also know that hes rumored to be a poet?"
" Thats wonderful! Maybe we can get our little straight outta college graduate to introduce him to us." the ladies said as they looked my way.
Yep, absolutely. Nothing but gossip.Thats alk there is thats interesting in this life anyway.
My name is Elizabeth Walker. I graduated from Georgia Tech with a bachelors degree in Engineering and Masters degree in writing.Ever since I was little I shared a passion of using words to tell a story. I promised myself the day that I learned to write that I was going to be a famous Author that would sell all my stories all over the world. The easiest part was dreaming it. Unfortunately the hardest part was actually getting their.
As for my really really personal life, as far as romance and friendship, I am really just a shy person. I have never really had a true friend before nor have I kept a friendship for at least a year. This was mainly because as a child I was much mature for my age, and I didn't really see the read and logic behind what my temporary friends would call "fun". As a resolute of this, I have become an outcast of my entire school life. Well almost.
At 17 years old, a year before I graduated, I met a young man named Jaylon Holmes. He had a smile that could turn anyones heart to butter, and a personality that was very charming and poetic. Jaylon and I established a wonderful relationship until he moved to Alabama. He told me the night before he left that his father had died, and that his will was for him to buried in Alabama next to his parents graves. His mother who was heartbroken, moved to Alabama closer to her family since she was up in age, and because Jaylon was going to be moving out soon. That was the last I heard of him. To be quite honest I kind of missed him.The realatinship we had was quite special, and it made me truly believe that Jaylon and I were soul mates.
Little did I know that in a few weeks, I would be seeing him again minutes before I trip on a broken piece of concrete.
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Once Upon A Fateful Night
Romance" So, how did you and Jaylon meet?" my mother asked as the family sat down at the dinner table . " Well, lets just say that we met in Once upon A Fateful Library." Said Jaylon as he smirked at me. " Or to put it Romantically, Once Upon A F...
