Our Wild Hearts

Chapter 14

After closing the door behind me I promised myself that I would never go back there. I had self respect and brad obviously didn't want me there so why go crawling back there. To my surprise no tears had escaped me yet, maybe I had finally got over Bradley Will Simpson..

I trundled up the road to the train station, I was leaving and never coming back.

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After buying a last minute train ticket, I sat down on one of the platform benches. still yet to cry, I honestly thought I would be blubbering to anyone who would listen right now but somehow I managed to keep a brave face. the train finally pulled up and I hopped on with my suitcase. The ride back to London didn't take too long, I was deep in thought for most of the journey, I was thinking how I needed to sort my life out. I didn't want to be a waitress, so I I wouldn't be, I would be a author. I would be a successful one at that, it was settled I would go to the publishing houses with one of my stories and become the person I dreamed of being. As I walked from the train station back to my apartment, I designed the cover for my new book and what it's motto would be. These thoughts made me gush with excitement. It was all i ever thought about, at work, in the shower my new life was waiting for me and I couldn't get there quick enough.

The publishing house was huge and intimidating, I had no idea whether they would like my book or not.

It was about an unlikely love story, personally I thought it was cheesy but others seemed to love it.

I was greeted by an elderly receptionist with grey hair that fell at her shoulders and small box like glasses.

"Hello, have you made an appointment?" she asked coldly.

"Yeah, Emily Robinson to see Mr Thomas Rodgers." I said nervously.

"Oh yes, first door on the right" she said as she went back to her computer. I wandered down the wide and fancy corridor, until I spotted Mr Rodgers door.

I politely knocked before I heard a muffled "Come in", I cautiously walked into the modern office to be greeted with piles of paper everywhere.

"Ahhh Emily, I've been waiting to see you." he smiled as he got up from his cluttered desk. Mr Rodgers was a middle aged man, he had sandy blonde hair which was greased back, his large belly was poking out through his white dress shirt. I smiled in return, not really knowing what to say.

"Your book, it's very good. I think it'll be a real seller" he said enthusiastically.

"Really?" I asked intrigued.

"Of course, everyone who read the manuscript said it was amazing, we were thinking of getting it published by the end of the month" he smiled as my insides turned.

"W..w.. what, oh my god that's amazing" I stuttered. I had really wanted to publish this book before the summer holidays ended, and yes if you hadn't realized I had stopped going to collage in Birmingham.