Not Your Kind of Love Story

Chapter 1: This Day Wasn't So Bad After All

It was dark, I was bouncing up and down harshly, as if the person carrying me was running from something.. or someone. Then it hit me.

The person carrying me was running. Like our lives were at stake.

My surroundings were blurred, all I can see are the street lights we quickly passed by. All I can hear is this stranger's heart beating rapidly, her footsteps, and her panting. I could tell that the stranger carrying me was a girl. I could tell by the way her voice sounds when she stops and catches her breath because of all the running.

She was exhausted. But she wouldn't stop running. It didn't feel like she was being forced to run and not stop, it felt like she refuses to stop. It felt like... It felt like something, something important was being protected.

But what?

What were we running from? Or who? Why are we running?

What was at stake? or who..

My mind was racing almost as fast as this stranger's running. She runs real fast, and has been running for quite some time. As if she was trained to do so. Then I realized, it's not only her heart, panting, and footsteps I hear.

There were others. Others right behind us. Not far behind us. I also hear car tires screeching, and they're nearing us. The stranger must've noticed the cars so she made a quick turn to a small and dark alley. The turn was so quick that my head slammed agaist her ear.

She was running faster now. Running for dear life. My head that hit her, must've hurt her too 'cause I felt her flinch. I thought she'd drop me and run on her own, but she held me tighter than before and held my head.

"I'm sorry. sweetheart." she whispered in a low exhausted voice, and kissed my temple.

Sweetheart?

Who is this woman? Why did she call me sweetheart?

Then the next thing I heard was this stranger's gasp. She tripped on something while she was running. We were falling. Everything then seemed to be in slow motion. Then we hit the ground.

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I sat up on my bed, breathing heavily. Checked the time, 8:00 am. My mind was swirling from the sudden movement I did. The sun was smiling at me through the window pane, and blinded me a little. I wanted to throw up, I felt sick. I buried my face on both my palms to calm me down. My heart was racing.

It was just a dream, Autumn. Get a hold of yourself

After a while, I completely calmed myself down. I got out of my bed and washed up.

I was taking a shower when I heard a three loud bangs on my door, followed by an exasperated voice.

"AUTUMN! YOUR TUTOR IS HERE. GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE SHOWER AND MOVE IT DOWNSTAIRS." she yelled and soon stomped away.

I sighed, that was Yaya Jen. She hates it when I wake up late. Which was in reality, every single day. I won't blame her though, she's just doing her job and is afraid of being reprimanded by my lola.

She's not the only one.

We're actually both scared of her. So I better not make my tutor wait. I heard that she pays them an obscene amount of money.

I got out of the shower, wore a fit bage tank top and sweatpants, tied my wet hair into a bun, wore my favorite pair of flip-flops, grabbed my pen and notebooks and wore the watch that was said to belong to my father.