Chapter 1 - Change of plans

"Ugh!" Closing my laptop shut a little too forcefully, I sighed in frustration. I couldn't get a single proper idea out of my head and on paper.

"How's it going, sweetheart" said mum, peeking through the door with that annoying big smile on her face "I brought you a cup of tea." She squeezed herself through the barely opened door, peering at the dresser I've pushed up against the door, in hopes that it would keep out any unwanted visitors. Placing the cup on the desk, she stood there, just staring at me.

"What?" I said a little too harshly, spinning around on my chair, trying to force an idea out of my head. It was bad enough that I hated myself for not being able to get past this block, I didn't need her lectures.

"We had a deal" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Stopping suddenly, I looked up at her. She can't be serious. Okay, yes, I did promise her that if I didn't get my book published in a year I'd go to college but it's not my fault that I can't get anything good on paper.

"You've had enough time to try this crazy idea of yours and now, you're going to college."

"But - "

"No buts" she said, leaning forward "you're doing as I said." Without another word, she turned around on her heels and walked out the room, closing the door behind her.

"Perfect!" I can't focus on writing my book if I'm at college every day. Maybe if my life was a little more exciting I'd actually have something to write about. I don't want to complain and say that my life's bad, because it isn't but everyone should have at least one adventure in their life. Like maybe backpacking across Europe or exploring a tomb, even meeting a celebrity's fun. I've spent my whole life behind the four walls of my room. Well, not literally but my life's been the same thing over and over again and frankly, I'm tired of it. I just wish my life was a little more adventurous. I sat still on my chair, waiting for the magic dust to be sprinkled on me or something, anything.

Sighing, I stood up and dragged myself to my bed, falling on it dramatically. How exactly does one even fall dramatically? I laughed at myself before grabbing my pillow and screaming in to it. Isn’t it just peachy? When you need something, when you just truly want something, it keeps slipping out of your hands and the more you keep on trying to hold on to it, the quicker it slips. I’ve been staring at my laptop for the past couple of days, trying to form a single sentence but in the process, I’ve forgotten what I was even trying to write. Maybe I needed a break. Maybe I needed to step away and get a different prospective on things.

Slowly getting up, I walked out of my room, slamming the door behind me and practically ran down the stairs.

“I’m going for a walk” I said as I rushed past my mum. I grabbed my black leather jacket off the racket and hopped on one leg as I struggled to pull on my black combat boots. The cold breeze hit me as soon as I opened the door and I wished I had taken a scarf. The sky was dark and grey, nothing out of the ordinary for London. A strong, cold wind blew my hair around, tangling it together. I zipped up my jacket, hiding the dirty, old t-shirt I was wearing underneath. People hurried past me, not even noticing me. Occasional strangers bumped in to me and without bothering to apologise, hurried along.

I stood in a crowd, silently, waiting for the light to turn green so we could cross the street. My eyes flew across the crowd on the other side, stopping for a second on each person. A girl with a pierced nose and black headphones pulled her black sweater’s hood over her fiery red hair as drops of rain gently fell from the sky. She bobbed her head to the music blasting in her ears, clearly in a world of her own. I would think she’s listening to rock or maybe metal but you never know, she might be replaying Taylor Swift. Next to her stood a tall man wearing a long dark coat. His hair sleeked back, his white shirt tucked in his pants and a vest buttoned together all gave off a professional vibe. He kept checking his watch and tapping his foot; he was in a hurry to get somewhere. He’s probably a really famous lawyer or something like that, but at night he puts on his mask and becomes a really cool super villain. My eyes travelled to the old lady next to him but drifted when they noticed a tall, handsome guy standing right behind her. When his eyes met mine, oddly I did not shyly look away as I would normally do but instead, held his gaze. His lips slowly curved in to a smile and I could feel the heat rising up, inflaming my body, until finally reaching my cheeks.

The light turned green and the mass of people suddenly moved, bumping in to me and almost carrying me to the other side. As soon as my foot touched the sidewalk, I turned to look for those unearthly blue eyes but they were nowhere to be seen.