Unexpectedly

Chapter II

"Ha! A wicked person will never feel an inch of happiness at all! Life is a boomerang afterall, what you give is what you get." I cackled, cracked my stiff neck, wiggled my rigid shoulders and for the entire day, I was only scribbling to the empty pages of an old book paper.

My name is Alice, twenty-four years old, crazy but awesome, beautiful in any form but always gets dumped, certified bookworm that has a bed on her library, a fabulous full-time writer but never received an award and cleans her eyeglasses all the time with a foggy breath.

I was once a hard-working girl that never had a chance to appreciate the beauty of doing nothing but now I'm a lazy slacker who likes sitting, eating ready-to-eat meals, staring at the wall while counting the hardworking ants, if gets bored, dancing in a chair with 'dame tu cosita' as a temporary relief and writing ultra-mega-super fantabulous novels.

*KRING*

"Hello?"

And answering my grumpy supervisor's call.

"HELLO!" He answered back in a very abrasive tone that I have to keep my phone away from my ears for five seconds.

"Ano na namang kababalaghan itong mga sinend mo sakin? Ang sabi ko yung matinong kwento na yung tipong makakaakit ka ng maraming readers at non-readers. Hindi yung basurang stories na pupulutin sa kangkungan!" I can already see the steam coming out from my phone.

"Relax lang boss," I stared at my nails. "Kakaiba na 'tong istorya." I stood up. "One of a kind and it will be the book of the century." I expressed as if I really mean it, hee-haw.

"Naku, ilang beses ko na yang narinig sayo ah. Hindi mo ba alam hanggang ngayon eh hindi ko pa alam kung paano ididispatch yung mga na-i-publish na istorya mong bulok!" He contravened.

"Kumita rin naman ah." I protested with a proud smile.

"Kumita. Anong kumita? Lokohin mo lolong mo, kung hindi pa pina-90% discount yang libro mo para naman makabawi sa ginastos, hindi pa tayo makakabenta ng lima. Diyos ko, sana naman kainin ka ng mga libro mo at nang sa ganun makita mo kung gaano kapanget at kawalang saysay yang mga pinagsusulat mo. Pasalamat ka tinitiis na lang kita sa kontrata mo at last na yun! Hindi na ko magrerenew sayo!"

*TOOT*

And now he hung up on me.

I tossed my phone to my bed and stretched my body a bit.

Chill lang, boss chaka. I'll prove to you that this time, this story is worth a billion bucks that I could even buy your entire agency and you'll be my underling getting tired of me screaming on you over the phone.

Thinking about how many money I could earn from this makes my eyes turn upside down and smile like a horse neighing.

Because my writing strategy this time is unique and one in a million in modern era.

It is almost twilight, the hallway is getting dark, I switched on all the lights that shone brightly in every corner of my empty mansion.

I headed to my private library and turned on my lamp where an old book sits surrounded with the unnecessary not-to-mention things soiling my table.

And this book is peculiar.

It looks so old, bounded in faded brownish leather, cracked and dry with age and the entire volume reeks of dust, I sniffed it, weird, its aroma smells like chocolate.

The stack of papers stitched within are brittle and a light color of young wood, that with a hard touch can easily crumble into pieces.

And it is really heavy, I can use this as my dumbbell.