Carton High School of the arts. The school Adelia Greene has ever dreamed of finally accepts her. She moves from Italy, all the way to a small town in New York to attend the school. Her dream of being a writer is coming to pass, at last.
Ezekiel Ree...
I love this chapter. I smiled when writing it, so I'm entirely sure you will too.
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Did I say it? I want to know him?
Did I spell it? I want to know him?
Did I write it? I want to know him?
Did I read it out loud? I want to know him?
He's not bad after all, Just too perfect for my liking.
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Please don't put the damn pressure on me. I'm now learning how to swim young blood. Geez, relax. It's just an eye. I scoffed and returned to what I was doing.
Do you ever feel like you want to do something, yet a streaking pair of eyes keep staring back at you? If yes, then that's what I'm going through at the moment. I can swear that I want to look away. I want to. I need to, but no, my brain just can't process what I'm saying. The damn nervous system can't just do its duty again. Why? Well, because they love the pupils staring straight at me.
I walked over to where they were standing and brought out a chair that was close by. Sitting down on it, I put my bag on the table and brought out the book I was reading last night.
I was grateful for the fact that one of the characters in the book, Nathan, had my surname - Greene. I want to meet him one day, you know?
From the way the writer told the story, her skills were spectacular - one in a million. I had a reason why I picked her books. I knew her. I've met her before, we've spoken, but I wasn't expecting to read one of her books because apparently, she said writing was the second thing she'd want to do in life.
I don't blame her, though. As writers or probably a person with another art, you'd need a backup job because not much money came from it. Even if it did, it was a one in a million days thing, and you'd need to be a good writer and dedicated to the job.
