Caffeine

~Chapter 1~

As much as I love coffee and the smell of the beans and cookies and cream cheesecakes, I was already planning on spending my Sunday at home, in my bed, typing and expressing myself through my words.

It took a good 15 minutes for me to find the book that I was looking for. And only a minute after to receive a text from my mom that said she wanted me home.

I decided to borrow the book instead, saying my condolences for this building. She smiled at me genuinely. She knew I was the top visitor in this library. She and this library, became a big part of my writing talent.

As I walk home, the sight of the new Cafe was greeting me. A big chalkboard stand stood in front, saying that it'll be opening tomorrow. I sighed, seeing how much of my childhood was left. That building used to be an old Italian restaurant, famous for their pizza-pasta combo meals.

I finally got home, seeing the well designed house, designed by my very own father. I wouldn't call us rich, but it looked like it. Our house was nothing but pure mixture of glass and different kinds of wood. Opening the door, it gave you the full cabin-like interior which looked 100 times more modernized.

"Im home." I muttered, hoping one would actually hear me. I peeked through our living room to see my dad asleep on the couch as the television plays on.

I went upstairs to my room. Already seeking the four walls that protected me. My room was clean, organized. Only a large white bed towering over the wooden flooring, and a long table which contained my journals, books and my personal asset, my Macbook.

I dropped my stuff on the desk, and immediately opening my Laptop. It exhilarated me to check if there were extra feedback added to my story. I loved reading what other people think, but i never cared about how positive or negative it is. It was a great way of seeing how confident and strong you are to see opinions from other people.

This was how I describe my Saturdays, a cold chilly wind, bustling through my window as I hit my thumbs on the keyboard, getting another 8,000-10,000 worded chapter to publish. It would take me at least a day or two just to achieve that goal. Sometimes even a week.

It would end when the battery dies and I finally numbed my thumbs, resting them in a nice long sleep.

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Sundays, a not so perfect day to relax cause it was already buried in your head that tomorrow was a school day. The mornings greeted me with flooded text messages from Carrie, asking if I would like to have breakfast with her at the new Cafe.

I once again declined, not wanting to be sucked by the crowded people of the store's opening. Instead, I had toasted bread and a cup of instant coffee. Sitting at the dinning table, reading the newspaper.

"Morning sweetheart." My dad greets, coming in the dinning, preparing toast for himself. As he waits, he leans on the edge of the counter, eyeing me. "Morning dad." I said, still focused about the article which contained the new set of events in the city, which was a few hours away from here.

"What are you looking for?" He asked. He probably noticed that I was scanning, and not reading. You could tell by my eyes quickly wandering from page to page.

"Just, some stuff." I explained, going through the thick group of words.

"Honey, if you're looking for that yearly writer's competition, its next month." He said as I look up. The toaster rings and that sets everything back.

My dad sat in front of me, gliding butter through his burnt piece of bread. I let the newspaper drop to the table, curling my toes as this was the moment to ask.