Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality is an Unwanted Call to Adventure"
(Pt. 1)
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"Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."
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Tom Hanks, Forrest Gump
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September 13
1:15 PM
Hallway, Belle Mont Prep
I stretch my arms and my back as I trudge along the sea of students, not caring if I accidentally hit someone. Let's be real, even if I didn't hit them, somebody else will.
Geez, just when you think an early dismissal would save you from the student traffic!
I just arrived at my locker when I saw Tia walking towards me. I wave her over and enter the code into my locker. I was about to open it when the mismatched twins (and by that, I mean Tamieke and Joule) come barreling into me—
Okay, I exaggerated a bit there.
Tamieke comes barreling into me and knocking me back to my locker. Joule, being Joule, slowly follows behind him.
"Gee, Beasty, I didn't know you missed me that much!" I say sarcastically as I pull away from my locker.
"What's the matter, Beasty?" Tia asks, opening her locker door with an inaudible CREAK.
"Afro-Asian. Lit. Class. Need. Help," he wheezes, leaning his back on my locker door.
I frown and push his heavy ass to the side.
"I have a test on Afro-Asian Lit soon, and I still can't find my notes."
I open my mouth, when Joule interjects, "Don't look at me, I don't have that class."
I sigh, my lips tightly closed. "Well, that — sucks."
Coz really, it doesn't go beyond exaggeration.
"Ave had Afro-Asian Literature last year. I reckon she still has her handouts in her locker," Tia says thoughtfully.
We turn to her in surprise.
"I do?" "Really?" Tamieke and I both speak at the exact time.
"Wait!" — I signal my hands in a T-sign. — "How on earth do you know what's inside my locker?"
I don't even know or remember the contents of my locker. At all.
"Because I organized it," Tia replies matter-of-factly.
