Caffeine

~Chapter 1~

Laura

How much would it take for a regular person to get to the moon and back? Someone so unknowledgeable about space and astronomy?

The impossibility of everything was only the cause of resources sufficiency.

Anyone could have made it to the moon. But you needed knowledge, money, and a will to strive harder.

They asked me what I wanted to be a few years back. I said I wanted to be an author. My mom said go for it. It was something I was willing to do.

School helped me with it. I entered state competitions in our town and won every single one. I was well known for my book online. My dad on the other hand wanted me to pursue something else. Something more realistic.

We would constantly have talks and arguments from here to there. It was something that wasn't new to me. Of course being the daughter of a big time architect, he wanted me to be just like him.

But I didn't have the talent in sketching houses or taking measurements. Sure my creativity level was up high but that didn't mean I could put it on a graphing paper. I could put it in words, but what help does that do?

Allowing everything in my mind to escape through words was a gift, it was fun for me. It inspired some people and seeing their feedback was just a nice feeling inside.

My book online entitled "Foreshadow" was getting higher ratings each week. It was about how life is filled with tragedies that needed to be covered with the opposite. Every sad story you could think off was done in the past, present and future. It talks about how we enlighten life and foreshadow everything else.

A famous author even emailed me saying that my book was so professional and it had potential to be a hard copy soon.

It was all fun and games at first, starting in the basic writing apps such as Wattpad. I then moved on to creating my own site where I published my book.

It wasn't an easy task to be laid down by critics at first. Constantly correcting everything about my story. It started with the typos and it moved on to grammar then to story plot.

I didn't believe in helpful criticism. No matter how nice your feedback is to the author, it would still make me feel bad that I did something wrong. The heck with everything else. I know my story inside and out. So forgive me if I tend to make a mistake every now and then.

I'll save my perfectly written books for when I'm published to hardcopy.

This was one of those days where I stayed out of the house. It was one of those says where my dad gave me another talk. I ended up rebutting and walked myself over to the public library nearby.

I needed a place of silence, a place where knowledge sat at the heart of the city. I imagined books as a real life entertainment where you were forced to make the page turn just to find out how the plot unfolds.

My usual spot was not taken, as expected. No one comes here, no one. It made my heart ache seeing Mrs. Clarrise, just siting at the entrance counter, watching the door, hoping another curious child would walk in and ask for the Sherlock Holmes books or Charlotte's Web.

It made it even worse by the closing of it this Friday. It was scheduled for demolition. Out of all the places in our small city, It just had to be the library. Why couldn't have it been the skatepark?

Our town was turning totally different. Starting tomorrow, a new Cafe will be opening not to far from my house. My best friend Carrie was begging me to go to the opening. I rejected of course.