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She said and comeback to her seat. And here I am still waiting for the respond of Ms. Amanda to my email. Maybe she’s still busy or have meeting. I wish she will like it. I already have a lot of idea in my mind, how this story will start until the end. I want this story badly. “Please God, let me have this.” Just whispering to myself. This is my chance to showcase my talent in writing and this piece will be a great opportunity to teach the young generation about love and goals.

Lastly, I need ideas for a new story, if you have any you can write it down in the comment. Thank you for readings and I hope I get good reviews on this story.

I practically ran inside. Upstairs, I locked the door and leaned against it, the pen box clutched to my chest. My heart was racing. My skin still tingled where he'd touched me. I walked to my desk on autopilot. Opened my laptop. Created a new document. Titled it: *The Holidate Pact* The cursor blinked. Waiting. I started typing. *This is the story of how I accidentally fell in love with my fake boyfriend.* I stared at the words. Black on white. Undeniable.

The bottomless pit inside me is so hollow it's sucking me dry. For years, nothing can satisfy the emptiness I feel. Does such a thing exist? If so, how do I find it? Will it make me feel a little bit 'human' like the others? If I continue doing this type of work, will it lead me to that 'something' someday? My name is Keith Sky Sinclair. I'm 17. And this is my story. ___________________________________________ Where does a story truly begin? Is it when you meet your fateful encounter? Or when the love you sought for years, finally became mutual? Or that moment when the past broke your heart and the future came along to mend it? Or when you're special someone asks your hand in marriage?

How do I even start this story? Where do I even begin? Should I start right before she died? Should I start right at the good part? Oh I know, I should’ve thought of this in the first place. I’ll start the day I met her (literally where every story should start.) Be warned before I begin telling the story, if you want a happy story this isn’t it, sure there’s romance and fun, but I can tell you she dies at the end so don’t get attached. Anyways, it begins in the middle of winter, the start of second semester when she first started school.

Go оutѕіdе. Thаt’ѕ іt! I mау not bе аblе to gо оutѕіdе, but I саn make ѕоmеthіng. Words аrе mу аrt. I pull over the laptop, аnd settle mуѕеlf іn thе сhаіr to start сrаftіng a ѕtоrу. It will рrоbаblу nеvеr make it tо аіr. Still, thеrе’ѕ a chance іt could end uр оn thе KCRG website.

So I said whatever came to my mind impromptu. “Hobo de! You just keep thinking about that one day, and don’t do anything about it,” he said, gulping a little water from the bottle he’d brought. “No, this time I’m doing. Tonight, I’m going to start writing a love story,” I said. I didn’t want to tell anyone before the story was complete. Lest, someone stole my idea and wrote it down themselves! But Biswa, he was my soulmate. I couldn’t hold it off from him.

Hi. I had a crappy day. Everything went wrong. I locked myself out of the house, thankfully my sister lives nearby. I forgot everything today and was so clumsy. So instead of writing for the stories that I am actually under contract for, I decided to do something else. I have this idea for a new story and there's no pressure to be good, since it's just for fun at this point. So I decided to write the first chapter of a new story, hoping it would get me out of the bad mood I was in.

Now that she was out of earshot and baby Wissa was asleep I could talk to my guardian angel. "Remember our life before we came here?" I ask him, I still don't know how we got here but we did. "Yeah, it was boring and you were always writing," he says making a small sad smile comes to my face, I miss my stories. The world of stories is better than this one, why is it so shitty around here, why can't it be one of my happy and fluffy stories where the heroes stay together where live together and die together why does my story always have to include betrayal.

My life slowly came back on track as I resumed my classes for the final year exams and was working hard to manage everything. I used to write short stories for the website when Warren approached me through an email to write a book that he will publish. I was not sure if I was good enough to be published, but Warren showed great confidence in me. The first story I wrote was about the hardships my grandmother faced. It was a tragic story of a selfless woman who killed herself to save her daughter from the clutches of the brothel and the sad reality of women in the eighties.