FULL OF GRACE

Two - Beautifully Broken

How's this banner on the side ??? Its Dylan aka Zac Efron!  I've done one for the previous chapter also .

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Chapter 2 - Beautifully Broken

《《 DYLAN 》

"Are you just going to sleep at day . Now just get up ! " I woke up feeling extremely sleepy as my mom shouted at the top of her lungs .

What's with moms and early rising .

Right now , I just want to crash on my bed and sleep till noon but a certain somebody called MOM won't let me do so . It's as if she has a grudge against people who sleep . Sometimes I doubt if she ever sleeps .

Dear God.

As I come out of the shower I notice that my eyes have literally bulged out of the sockets !!!

All thanks to my dear friend who always needs counselling during midnight . It's as if it's that the only time when Grace can utilise her brain .No doubt she wanted to study psychology,  I think she's doing this course so she can  secretly cure her insanity . But I don't blame her for disturbing me  . Her dad is a real ass .

"Finally you're awake !", my mom lets out a sigh of relief as she notices I finally came out of my dreamland .

"Wait a sec - what's the date ??"

"5th October "

Shit . I forgot . The results were about to come at 12pm and it was already about 11 am!

I bid mom a quick goodbye and dashed down the stairs . As I drove my car out of my house I sent Grace a quick text .

I'm on my way to pick you up ! Get ready . We're late already . I knew you'd forget .

Almost instantly my phone vibrates .

Grace .

What are you talking about ?

Wow . She doesn't even remember .

Are you serious ? The results of your writing competition are going to be announced today . Remember,  November Writing Challenge .

Grace had always been inclined towards writing . And Damn,  shes ll good at it. She had even wanted to become an author but then she told me how it was not possible for people to like her work .  In fact even for this competition I had to force her . It was about a month ago .

" Are you mad Dylan . There are way better writers . And I just write as a hobby . I don't stand a chance " , Grace said,  making a face .

" Who cares if you win or not . Just give it a try . Its better to be disappointed in present rather than regretting in future  "

" Yeah,  and what am I going to write about ?  Your stinky shoes ?  ", I had highly disagreed with the idea of my shoes being smelly and we had a fight for it .

A day before the draft submission she called me .

" Dylan, I'm quitting on this challenge . I tried to come up with something but I cannot . It's just a lack of inspiration maybe . I'll go for it the next time ." , I was sure she hadn't even tried to come up with something . And as if there was a lack of inspiration in this pretty world .

" If you can't come up with anything then why don't you write about yourself . Simply pour  your heart out . " Even I was surprised that I gave her such a sensible idea .

My phone vibrated,  snapping me out of the flashback .

A text from Grace .

Are you high or something ?I told you I don't stand a chance . I'm not going and that is FINAL !