Through the night

Chapter 1 : Daydreamer

Okay just a quick message cause this is the first chapter of that story and oh god I am SO nervous but I've been meaning to do this for so long so here goes nothing ! 

I hope you (whoever you are) will love reading this story as much as I love writing it

I have no idea how many chapters there will be yet but I'll figure it out as I write them I guess ! 

Also, music is very important to me, so it is very important in the story : basically there will be a song (or a few songs) linked to every chapter and I'd love for you guys to listen to that while reading to get a full experience ! This chapter's song is Cardigan by Taylor Swift.

Turn your dreamer mode on and enjoyyyyy !!

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New York City. 

Let's be honest, it is the most amazing place in the world. Don't get me wrong, I know some places are probably much more beautiful, and full of crazy animals and marvelous trees and flowers, or surrounded by cristal clear water. I really do. 

Yet the only place I always picture myself in is New York. 

I mean, there's nothing like Times Square at night, or walking through Central Park early in the morning, or the sirens going off any time, day or night. There's nothing like exploring that city because there's always something new happening here ! 

Is it possible to be in love with a city ?

I have no idea but I think it's the case for me. I don't even know why, but it just feels like home. It's the one city that is always full of dreams and dreamers. 

And that's what I am, after all. 

A dreamer.

Snap back to reality. How harsh is that? Going from New York back to my little hometown, thousands of miles away.

"Same story every morning, you know that" I tell myself. I roll in my bed to look at the time and my alarm starts playing music. I must have some kind of special ability, cause I always, always, and I really mean ALWAYS, wake up precisely one minute before my alarm goes off. 

While listening to the song they're playing on the radio -one of my personal favorites, by the way, Cardigan, by Taylor Swift; beautiful song, beautiful lyrics, gets you in your feels in a second, which is kinda like my go to type of music if I'm being honest-, I mentally go through the day that's ahead of me. 

First period : Physics test, and I already know I'm gonna hate this one. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to put a physics test -covering the full two past months- on a Monday, at eight in the morning? No idea, but it shouldn't even exist.

Anyways...What's after that cursed first period? Literature. Okay now, this, is what I call a good one ! Probably my favorite one, along with Philosophy. Is it cause I get to express some of the things I have in my mind instead of trying desperately to calculate the force that needs to be given by the spaceship to take off ? Probably, yeah. 

But I mean isn't it so much better to discuss this or that book and the message behind it ? Isn't it better to try to understand what isn't written, what you find in between the lines ? And, above all, it is definitely SO much better to write essays answering some weird, twisted questions that you don't really understand yourself. So exciting !