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A friend i met..
hello its me, writing again for a brand new story. i try to make it as interesting as possible for your enjoyment. pls note some info must not be taken literally and some characters are fictitious in this story. so enjoy! The night is young and here i am, in my desk where i held on a pencil in my right hand while i played with my long curly hair. thinking of a number a new words where i was trying so hard to be inspired to write in this blank paper in this cold silence. so i got up from my desk and went to the pile of cassettes at the side table. one by one, i try to find that perfect tune where i could find more inspirational words where i could put onto my blank paper then it must be fate where that particular cassette fell onto the floor. i picked it up and i saw the title and that i knew that its the perfect one. i played it in my radio and there it was, all the words just came to me and hurriedly i put onto the paper. the words keep pouring out endlessly that i could hardly realise the time. then my eyes became heavy and i put my paper aside. when i was in bed, i turn off the radio that was on the side table and took that cassette.. me: thank u michael, u r awesome! (kisses the cassete) afterwards i put the cassette down and i went to bed. the next morning, i hear the fading voice came into the room and suddenly a bright light just shine at me. i quickly pulled up my covers over me. then someone pulled my cover down.. then o slowly open my eyes then i realize it was my mother mom: sara, wake up! u going to be late for work me: oh my.. what time is it? mom: its almost 7 am. wake up, u going to get fired if u r late again me: sigh , tell me the reason why i am working that job again mom: well number 1, u r the one who is going to help me to pay the bills and 2 the job of literature or being poet doesn't secure us financially so wake up me: sigh gosh suddenly my mom picked up the paper that i just wrote last night and then she looked at me with full of disbelief mom: hmm what is this? did u write again last night? do u really think they would put this in the paper? me: hmm they might, i mean i wanted to do something that i love to do and give them something to read about where they relate to other than reading the sport section in the paper. mom: sigh (she came to me and sit beside me at the side of the bed) oh my, sara, u have great talent with an amazing mind of creativity but i dont think they will put this in the paper if they r not interested in it. u r smart and thats why u r newspaper editor. u write amazing things that makes people drawn to what they r reading. me: but mom, i didn't graduated from school that i learnt about literature to become an editor. i wanted to be more than that mom. mom: i know u do, maybe someday if u have the chance (she kisses my forehead) get ready and come downstairs and have some breakfast me: ok she put the paper down and went out from the room , i quickly get off from the bed to get ready to meet the most annoying part of my life. my job. as i put on my clothes and put on my makeup and my glasses. i looked at myself in the mirror and thinking, "who am i?". trying not to get into my emotions, i try to get over it and face it. someday i will make use of that talent to do something great and not judging me and appreciate every word that i try to portray. i grabbed my paper and my bag and went downstairs to see my father sitting there, reading the headline while my mom was busy cooking scramble eggs. i sat down and picked up a piece of toast. dad: hi darling, great headline. i cant stop reading this article. i am so proud with my little girl. (pats my back) me: thanks dad but i was trying to convince them if they could put this in the paper. (shows him the paper) dad: omg this is great, i am sure they will darling mom: oh really? whats make u sure of that? do u really think they would publish a piece or a poem instead of putting something that worth more than this? dad: well, martha, anything is possible. u just need to put a little believe in this girl. she have always been special. sara, if u want to show this to them, just show it. never let any opportunity lose. me: thanks dad, i love you dad. i got to run, i am late i went to kiss my mom and dad and took the paper from my dad, i rushed out from the house. me: bye mom and dad! dad: bye sara! good luck! me: thanks! dad: what? why r u looking at me like that? mom: she is going to be crushed if they dont accept it, i dont want her to get hurt dad: dont worry martha, she is a big girl and she can handle it as soon as i reached to my workplace, i quickly ran to my desk. the sound of clicking noises of the typewriters around me and with frowning faces that brings the environment to a downfall. i sat down in my desk and there i was, staring on the blank piece of paper again. i set it up to my typewriter and starting to type on the latest news. as the hours go by, my boss suddenly came to my desk. mr perkins: what is this sara? but there r a number of mistakes here and there and i want you to do it again and give it to me first thing in the morning tomorrow me: what? i still haven't finish with this article and still got alot more to go. that article, i need to do it for a few pages. i need some time to do it. please let me finish this mr perkins: sorry sara, job is a job, this is your job and i want u to do it. no wasting time or you are fired me: ok mr perkins, oh mr perkins, since i am going to be working late to do the article. can u take a look at this? i did it much better , i wrote last night and i wonder if u could put this in the paper this time he took the paper from my hand and laugh sarcasticly at my work. he throw the paper back at me mr perkins: u want me to put that rubbish in the article? u and your poetry, how many times must i tell u? this is a newpaper publishing company not some poetry fest book convention. go back to work with full of despair, i sat quietly down and keep that paper into my bag. i never thought i got rejected again. i think i wasnt never meant to be writing what i can express in me. i think i should give up writing and just stay in this reality. when the sun sets and everyone have left the office except for me. i need to finish the article that i was supposed to amend. the words that i type for hours that i couldnt realise how fast the time went by. as soon as i was finish , i called my mom and i am going to be home late and work load again. my mom understands me because she knows how tough my work is and usually came late. its 1am and i better get home. i packed all my stuff and put my work at the side of the desk. as soon as i was out from the office, i noticed a group of boys followed me and i try to walk quickly but they really picked up the pace. i was too afraid then i turned i shout at them me: what do u want?! 1st boy: the preety lady cannot be walking home alone at night, come on lets go to my place and have some fun me: please leave me alone they try to hold my arms and i couldnt get away. i tried to shout for help but they covered my mouth. then i heard a loud voice ahead and went towards us... man: hey!! leave her alone 1st man: who r u?! u know her?! man: yes she is my fiancé and u better let go of her or i will call the police, i know the head department of the police force and u wouldn't want me to call them, would u? 1st boy: alright alright, chill out dude. theres your chick, we r out they let go of me and they ran off. i was so afraid and shocked that i could barely move. man: miss? r u ok? whats your name? me: i..i am sara... sara davidson man: its ok. i am here. just breathe me: ok then i took a few breaths and i gain back my strength to move and thank him who dresses in a brown jacket and green pants with sneakers, groovy afro hair and a large moustache under his nose. his voice is really deep and rusty which i find it hard to understand what he says me: thank u so much sir, i would have been hurt if u r not here sooner man: its no problem, how bout i walk u home? me: ohh its ok, i want to get a cab man: but theres no cab around here and besides its late at night, u shouldnt be alone. do u have anyone picking u up? me: no just me, its ok, u r great and thank u for helping me. i just want to be alone man: well not every moment in your life u have to be alone. me; well i live my whole alone and i am good at it. so i can handle it man: ok but is it ok if i just wait with u until theres a cab? just to ensure u r ok me: sigh fine so he was there, standing with me to wait for the cab. its taking forever, but as much i wanted to be alone because i live my whole life alone and with no friends. they usually dont want to be close with me as they always thought i am being too smart for them and not cool enough. so avoiding myself from feeling lonely and getting hurt , i isolate myself from other people to remind myself that i can live alone and independently and it paid off when i got to ace a good score in my exams and graduated with no distractions. but then again, when i met him, thats the first time that a stranger that I barely knew, saved me, talked to me and concern about me. i felt good and maybe this is what it meant of having company. man: sara? me: yeah? man: why r u smiling? me: i am not smiling man: hmm apparently u r , a couple of times me: well cant i? man: i didnt say u cant me: look i am sorry if i being hard on u coz i dont usually talk to alot of people man: its ok i understand for someone who lives alone all of his life me: well thats makes two of us, look how bout we go to the diner and get some coffee and chat a little. man: ohh really? i mean that would be nice me: hmm ok then lets go, its this way so we walk slowly and we went to the diner, we ordered some coffee and we talked about our family and career. but he didn't really talk much about that part and I sometimes notice that his voice keep changing. he wouldnt look at me in the eye. me: hmm can i ask u something? is something bothering u? u look kind of different man: what? different? of course not me: ur voice, it sounds fimiliar. but i couldnt figure out who man: why r u trying to guess who i am? this is me infront of u me: oh my god, i didnt ask ur name, whats ur name? i am so sorry that i am being impolite. man: hmm sara, can please keep a secret? i dont want anybody to know me: why? man: just promise me me: ok i promise man: ok i am mich...micha.. i am michael jackson me: what? u kidding me right? man: no i am michael jackson me: oh no michael wouldnt be here, talking to me in this diner man: why is it hard for u to trust me? ok i show u he took off his moustache slowly and look at me with his eyes. i was astonished for a moment that i could hardly say anything.. he is Michael Jackson end of part 1 hope u enjoy it!
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