17. Talking

I'm surprised Jake isn't pestering me, one single time during class. It's the first time this week that my whole attention is settled on what we are being taught right now. We are talking about the basics of a novel, and we are asked to write a short novel to whichever theme we want. Perhaps based on our own life experience or whatever we want, writing it throughout the whole period until Christmas break. Our works need to be handed in before that time.

My thoughts are now already circling on the theme I could use. To be honest, I have no idea. There's so much I could but nothing I want to write about.

I mean, it's just a novel, right? A novel is usually just a story without a real background. I guess it's just supposed to make it easier to write about something we have experienced for real. And a novel you can adjust in any way you want.

I am still lost in thoughts while walking out of class. Jake makes me jump when he calls loudly after me.

"For heaven's sake, Jake. Do you have to