It was about 12 in the afternoon when Anne woke up. It was cold and raining. He saw a man beside her holding a pen and a pocket notebook and he is very asleep. She was amazed seeing the man."He might be a writer," she thought. She has been travelling for about three hours now just to meet an author which detailed a story just like hers.
Annie even tried to glimpse at the notes but couldn’t clearly see it.
The road to Jacksonville is harsh and rough but she felt the beauty of the place after seeing the mountains. She felt cold and took her blanket and covered herself. She is now staring at the man beside her. He might be feeling cold but he is very deep in his sleep.
She is going to Jacksonville to meet the man who wrote the book “Star” because it is so similar to the book she was working on which she entitle “By Fate”. He might have copied so much from her works and she felt disappointed. She knows that she is just an amateur in the field but she knows that is wrong to steal her works.
"The famous author Zalpina Snow is a fraud. The whole world would be shocked from this revelation."
The man somehow waked but went back to sleep. She smiled noticing how amateur he is. She just put on her headphone and listened to her favorite songs. The bus suddenly stopped and they all got off. The driver said that they have a little engine problem.
She finally had the chance to talk with the man.
"You know I hate the person who wrote that book," she began upon seeing him read this time.
"What?" he asked. Annie knew that he’s the type who is avoidant of a conversation.
"The author of that book took my ideas I have to confront her and make sure."
"Oh." He tried to avoid her as possible.
"Yeah, I must see that guy. He is heartless. He not only copied the thoughts he even copied the characters and some of the quotes I made.
"Alright." Trevor is trying to pretend that he is serious in reading the book.
"You look familiar, have we met before?"
"No, I think." Trevor though not reading is caught with nothing to do but talk to her. She is talking about him somehow.
"You know I can retell the stories that happened in that book if you want to listen."
"I want to read this," he replied.
"But I know that the author have read my own version somewhere and wrote his own."
