The Struggling Writer

John walks to school on foot. He walks across the long streets and narrow sidewalks of his city. He decided to write a long time ago, though his family is one of the most elite clans on Panlere. The steam chimneys are the only reminders of what this nation used to be. He enters the campus on a bright sunny day; the fields glittered with drops of water from the raining that took place last night. He sighs deeply as he walks across the field to the main building, where the elite students study in. “Mr. Lombardi, there are files waiting for you in the office.” John looks at his secretary. “Miraslava, meet me in the office.” She whimpers a little. “Yes sir!” she quickly walks off. Being student council president isn’t really his suited style. He doesn’t really pay attention to any of the budgeting of funds and the creation of school activities. Miraslava does it all for him. He sighs deeply as he walks up the stairs following after her. On the fourth floor, he walks to the very long hal

‘Well, it seemed like the best thing to do.’ He thought. “Sure, though it might be a quiet walk.” She replies nonchalantly. The both stand up from their stools. “Thanks for the treat today.” She says happily. She carries her bag as they both walk out. “Can I bring your bag?” he asks. “No!!” she screamed. ‘Girls don’t like it when you touch their bags.’ He mentally notes that into his mind. They both walk down the road. “Where is your house?” John asks her. “It is just way down this street.” She says, pointing down the dark street, only slightly illuminated by the streetlights. “Okay.” Soon, after walking for about thirty minutes they finally got to a place that looked like a small walled village. There are about five houses inside these walls. “Here is my home.” She says smiling. “Wow, it’s big. But it looks a bit empty.” John says after looking around the place. “My family was wiped out when I was six.” She says sadly as she puts her hands on her pockets. “How did that happen?” the

It’s her drawings. It is a drawing of an eye. They continue walking until they got out of the academy. “You are waling me home.” She says, stomping her foot like a little girl. “Do you want to get beef noodles before you get home?” John says, putting her sketchbook back inside her bag. “Yes please.” She pouts. ‘She looks unsettlingly attractive when she’s blindfolded and helpless… Maybe this is just the Lombardi genes kicking in again. They walk hand in hand across the street until they reached the noodle shop. “Two bowls of beef noodles please.” He says to the chef as he sits her down on the stool. “That’ll be 130 Chokrins.” The chef smiled at them. John gave him the money and he starts to sit down on the stool next to Abigail. “Where are you!” she says in an irritated voice. John smirks as he touches her hand. “Good!” she says half whimpering. “Here you go!” after a while the chef puts two bowls of beef noodles in front of them. John takes his fork and starts eating his food. Abig

“When I was a kid, my father died. And because of that, they kicked me and my mom out of the Lombardi Village, sending us to live by ourselves on the suburbs.” John says. “Well, is that all?” Abigail turns around to face him. “Well, my mom has not been speaking to me for a very long time. Well, maybe that’s because she’s always tired from her work.” He says. “Follow me.” She holds his shoulders as she walks with him to outside her house. “Where are we going?” he asks. “We are going to the Okamura family temple.” She smiles as she holds his hand. They walk together to the strange pagoda-like structure in the middle of the silent, empty village. After a short two minute walk, they finally reached it. “Five years ago, Monica told me to go to the temple a year before I come of age. And she told me to bring someone with me, who has seen my eye. You seem adamant to staying with me. Though I don’t know why, I am going to the temple with you.” She says pulling his hand as they walk up the s