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Mystified Love Of August (ch#8)
It's been two days since I haven't used my hand for writing anything. But I think it's healing well, as I've been using burn cream and taking medicine on time. Now I can't resist myself from writing – if not the email, then the novel I was working on. I should start posting it as well, so I can get feedback from people. I can't share it with my friends, otherwise, they'll make fun of me. So it's better to post it anonymously. I've almost finished writing my first chapter; I just need to proofread it and then post.
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Today, I don't have class with Eric. However, as we're working together in a group project that needs to be completed before the term ends, I'll have to collaborate with him for days and nights to finish it. The project involves writing a book – it can be a novel, a scientific book, poetry, a comic, or a Manga. We haven't decided what we're going to do yet, and that's probably why he asked me to meet him in the library today. Ahhh! I don't want to meet him :-|, but I can't do anything about it because I need good grades. After all, I won their writer's championship before taking admission, and one of the prizes for the winners was admission to one of the best literature universities – Soul Arts and Literature Sciences University in Imagine Town.
Now you might be wondering about Imagine Town. Well, it's the place I live, and I live alone in my apartment because my parents were always busy and traveling for their business trips, which, as a child, I hated the most. When I was a kid in kindergarten, we lived here, then I traveled with my parents to another place. I completed my middle school there, and for high school, I returned here with my mother. In my last year of high school, my mother had to go again for business reasons. She wanted me to complete my high school with her, but I insisted on staying. I was tired of traveling from one place to another, changing schools, and dealing with making new friends, which was especially challenging for me as an introvert. Starting a conversation was hard, and I don't even know how Aria and Alex became my friends.
Living alone and spending all my time in imagining things, I started writing. Soon, I became fond of writing short stories and poetry for myself. Words became my closest best friends to express myself and my emotions.
Ring>>>>>>>>>>
Ring>>>>>>>>
I got frightened by the noise of my phone ringing, maybe because I was too much in my thoughts and forgot I had to go to the university. Eric must have been waiting for me there. Now he'll probably tell me I'm irresponsible and don't know how to manage my time. Ahhh! That man makes me sick.
Eric: "Hello,...
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Today, I don't have class with Eric. However, as we're working together in a group project that needs to be completed before the term ends, I'll have to collaborate with him for days and nights to finish it. The project involves writing a book – it can be a novel, a scientific book, poetry, a comic, or a Manga. We haven't decided what we're going to do yet, and that's probably why he asked me to meet him in the library today. Ahhh! I don't want to meet him :-|, but I can't do anything about it because I need good grades. After all, I won their writer's championship before taking admission, and one of the prizes for the winners was admission to one of the best literature universities – Soul Arts and Literature Sciences University in Imagine Town.
Now you might be wondering about Imagine Town. Well, it's the place I live, and I live alone in my apartment because my parents were always busy and traveling for their business trips, which, as a child, I hated the most. When I was a kid in kindergarten, we lived here, then I traveled with my parents to another place. I completed my middle school there, and for high school, I returned here with my mother. In my last year of high school, my mother had to go again for business reasons. She wanted me to complete my high school with her, but I insisted on staying. I was tired of traveling from one place to another, changing schools, and dealing with making new friends, which was especially challenging for me as an introvert. Starting a conversation was hard, and I don't even know how Aria and Alex became my friends.
Living alone and spending all my time in imagining things, I started writing. Soon, I became fond of writing short stories and poetry for myself. Words became my closest best friends to express myself and my emotions.
Ring>>>>>>>>>>
Ring>>>>>>>>
I got frightened by the noise of my phone ringing, maybe because I was too much in my thoughts and forgot I had to go to the university. Eric must have been waiting for me there. Now he'll probably tell me I'm irresponsible and don't know how to manage my time. Ahhh! That man makes me sick.
Eric: "Hello,...
