I bit my lower lip, hoping to stop the tears from escaping; yet they still found a way out. I pulled down on my hoodie, making sure to cover my face as the plane began to take off, slowly watching as the people on the ground start to look more and more like ants.
I slid on my headphones and looked through my playlist; quickly picking a song then letting the music flow through my ears. I didn't want to leave my city but I had to make a living somehow, there's no way I'm gonna let, going to college for four years go to waste. Plus, I was able to get accepted for a job that goes along the field of my dream job. Even if it isn't exactly what I wanted to be, it's still something close to it.
"Sir? Is there anything I can help you with?" I didn't have my headphone up that loud so I was still able to hear the lady that I assumed was one of the flight attendants.
I shook my head not really feeling all that well to give a more polite reply. I turned my attention to the window, gradually remembering my mom asking me, "What is it that you want?" and I told her an answer... that is not a common one actually. I said, "I want...to see things that aren't in front of me. Something that I have to work hard to find, no matter if that 'thing' is a person feelings or something that was create."
Weird answer but it was true, I like puzzles and things that require for you to think things through before making a move. I feel like as a soon to be novelist, or novelist in training, or whatever the hell you want to call a person whose only so close to becoming an author of their own books; that it's important to try and see pass the norm.
That's how you attract the attention of higher rank people in the world of authors and publishers.
I still haven't found that hard puzzle that requires me to think; everything seems way too easy nowadays.
Looking down at a small bookbag they allowed me to bring on the plane, I picked it up and grab a new book I absentmindedly stuffed in there and finally began to read it. Well, I needed some type of entertainment if I was going to be on this plane for a few hours, right?
YOU ARE READING
Oh, Mr. Ackerman
FanfictionOne hand around my throat and the other locked on my writ. His grey eyes stared deep into my ocean colored ones. I bit my lower lip, while my back stayed in place on the wall. He leaned in, lips brushing over my ear slightly. I felt my stomach gro...