"Now Ms. Martin, we've collected your work recently, but it just doesn't seem the way we've seen it in your previous journal," said Laura.
Laura was head of the new publishing firm, but her disappointed glances only made my mouth dry. I nodded seeing where she was coming from as my iced coffee was my only source of energy. The strands of my loose bun hung around my face as I remember the tough memories of this morning.
I completely forgot my meeting with the company, as none of my writing was finished.
"I know, I've just been so busy with school and my sister's wedding and—"
"No more excuses, Sienna. You have one week to show me your work before I cut you off from this company," she growled as I nodded.
"I understand," I blurbed before shoving myself towards the door.
"I know your a good writer, Sienna — I've seen it. Mrs. Ren doesn't recommend just any student," she huffed causing me to smile.
No words needed to explain how distracted my mind has been from priorities. This was my one chance to become an author, yet I keep messing up. It has always been common for writers to have writer's block, but I'm afraid my ideas ended because of that boy.
He was the one I wrote about when Mrs. Ren showed the company my work, so it isn't farfetched to think he was the reason my writing was so blissfully traumatizing. The memories vividly whispered in my mind as I remember the moments I wrote about him; it seems like ages since that's happened.
My body shivered in the cooling New York weather pulling the doors as my body breathed the air. Christina wanted to meet up with me back at our café as I hailed a cab rushing in. The driver sensed my touchy and sad smile as I tried calling Jasper for some support.
"Come on, J," I whispered as the ringing filled my ears.
"Sienna — uh — I'll call you back," he muttered before a harsh ending of the call.
I didn't bother with another blurb out of my mouth before my phone faced my lap. The drizzle of New York's bipolar weather started pouring on the taxi window causing me to have a light distraction from the torment of my life.
"Everything good back there?" the driver asked seeing my displeasure.
"Yeah — fine," my voice mumbled seeing his eyes through the mirror.
"Okay, we'll be there soon. Roads are slippery today," he nodded turning the radio on just a couple more notches.
My mind was too scatter to reply. I really just wanted to talk to Jasper — he was the only person I needed to hear to make me feel safe. There's Christina, but I'm meeting with her anyways. I felt the odd feeling of familiar disappointment run down my spine as my elbow leaned on the car door making my head rest on the window.
I followed the small droplets of rain down the window as it was the only thing distracting me from the terrors of sadness. My fingers touched the cool glass as my breathe fogged up the window just the slightest. This weather was quite odd — it shouldn't be like this for weeks in New York.
It felt like total calmness for that one moment. That sparing second felt as if nothing was ruined — no more trauma.
That was before the crash.
The sharp noice of a car's honking and some shuffled cursing controlled my vision and my hearing. The glass I once leaned upon was slit and broken from a roaring car filling its place. I felt nothing, but my body topple over as the seat belt slug onto my living corpse while my forehead felt the taste of the broke glass.
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YOUR HAPPINESS OVER MINE ↠ DANIEL SEAVEY
Fanfiction"Daniel asked me to be his girlfriend," she spoke softly. The color rushed out of my face hearing the few words making my mouth grow dry. I tried to conceal the growing tears erupting from my orbs knowing I was hurt. I knew he would pick her over me...
