Rekindled.

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                     A/N
    Squeal!! 😆 I am so excited about my new book. It was an idea that just popped into my head one day and I loved it. Warning: This book might be a little cliché, or will it? Read on to find out.👍💞😘
    However: If you read my last book, "Trying to get away."  
   
    This is my second book and it's unedited, bear with me. Without further ado.

      I woke up at exactly six a.m. My life was a written book, and my routines stayed the same everyday, well except on Saturday's and Sunday's. I got up wincing. My neck hurt and I was irritated even more by my dream, why did I have to remember it anyway? Dreams were stupid! They were fictitious  lies put together by your brain. I hated my dreams and it was not because of the fact that most of them where night terrors. No, it was because, they gave a false hope, just like the dream I had today. It gave a false hope of something that was lost being found. I mean, this was real life I had to face facts, no matter how I wanted that dream, it wouldn't ever be. I sighed as I shrugged of my blanket, I couldn't waste time like this, I mean this was New York City. If I didn't get up now then the road would be too jam packed for me to get to work.

      I look at myself in the mirror, the red mane I called my hair stuck out in all directions, although I was sure I didn't get struck by lightning. There was dry saliva that'd made it's way to my chin. I rinsed my face as I took in my image. Although now it looked like princess Miranda's from Brave, I loved my red hair and it could appear much more tamed if I cared or tried. My blue eyes, were nearly grey and they were not that captivating, as people sometimes described blue eyes to be, mine were somewhat dull, they simply said - I am me, and I hated fun - I was Cherophobic. And  I took it more as a lifestyle than an irrational fear, my life had already been planned out. I brushed my teeth, again examining myself, I was thin, like really skinny. Of course I was not anorexic but I was skinny! "Up and down! Up and down, the wheel on the bus go, Up and down..." I hummed as I brushed my teeth and spat out. I was also tall, 5'8 not basketball player tall but I had some height on the average woman. I rinsed my brush after I was through brushing, 50 times up, 50 times down. Singing the song helped me count. I got into the shower...

      I made breakfast after I'd showered, I tied my wet hair in a pony tail as I cracked an egg, scrambled it, plated it and dug in. I'd already set out the bread and bacon, as I poured myself some juice, it tickled my throat as it went down. I finished, the kitchen was a little smokey. I hate opening my windows, why? Because I had a neighbour who had children and at every chance they got they, peeped. When I first moved in I'd once caught the dog, looking at me, I only wore a tank top and my underwear. Why? Because that's what you do when you live alone. "Perv!" I muttered as I closed the window that day and refused to open it since. Plus I liked the dark. I quickly finished my breakfast  and got ready for work.

      By 7:10 a.m, I was outside trying to start my car, the stupid thing wouldn't start. When I turned on the ignition it'd jerk forward and off. In my fury, I went out and slammed my fist into the bonnet, it seemed to have worked, but now apart from my neck my fist was throbbing. I got into the car and stopped at a pharmacy, I bought some Painkiller's and went to work.

     By the time I arrived I knew, I was in trouble, I worked at a gas station, at least till two, then it was off to my second job. I said a silent prayer to God, in hope that I wouldn't be told off by my boss, ehm, you see, red head's had quite a bit of a temper and I wasn't excluded. I wouldn't sit while my boss - Joe Willis, a slightly overweight guy with small beady eyes and a button nose - told me off, that's why I did my absolute best to avoid that scenario. I crossed my finger as I took a leap of faith and stepped in the small convenience store he also owned. I greeted George and I exhaled simultaneously, I didn't know I was holding my breath. George smiled at me as I checked in. I went to the gas station. Tracy, Liam and Justin all worked out here with me. It was bearable since they all thought I was a snob and ignored me. They sometimes did the craziest thing and I surely didn't want to be part of it. Liam and Justin were best friends and both had dated Tracy. I walked to my spot, they all acted as if they didn't notice me but I felt they're surprise, I was usually the first to arrive at work unless I called in sick.

      My first customer arrived, all the windshield's were tinted black and I couldn't see anyone until the person winded there window down. It was hard to see the person in the car since it was just a tiny hole. He as I noticed, made and barked his obnoxious instructions to me. I rolled my eyes and fueled the car, the car was black all over and although I was not well acquainted with car models, it looked like a car I'd seen in an advertisement, a Jaguar?

    After fueling the car the driver, let the money fall to the ground and sped off. He was so arrogant, who did he think he was? I was about to shout at him before, I felt a hand that smelt of mint gum clamp over my mouth. "Hey! Let me go."

    "George! What are you doing?"

    "Saving you from being fired?" I looked at him quizzically.

    "What do you mean? Why'd you stop me, I'd have shown that guy a piece of my mind.

     " Number 1: Joe's got security cameras out here, you'll be doomed if he finds you harassing a customer. Number 2: That guy, is filthy, stinking rich. Joe's not only going to fire you, he'll mop the floor with you if he finds out about it."

    "Oh!" Was all I managed to say as I felt the others staring. I blushed furiously. And went back to work.

Mariano Di Vaio as Raphael Ferrari

Deborah Ann Woll as Phoebe Winters.
Disclaimer- this is the property of the individuals in the pictures I just found it on google.

..... What do you think about the person I picked for Raphael?