Twisted

1

Noa

Staring at the blank page in front of me wondering how in God's name should I start. I chuckle as I remember when I was twelve and asking why a writer takes so much to write

It's easy to write the words down but never to find them. I have to publish this story in a month and my brain is having a stroke.

I was in a taxi with my iPad in front of me, I couldn't use the laptop because I forgot to charge it. The bad thing about this book it's that I'm not sure that I will put it under my real name, I'm scared. I'm so scared they won't like it, I'm scared that it might mess things up and that they'll just be like 'who the fuck is Noa Myers '

Did I mention that I moved to another town?

two weeks ago my mother died and it feels terrible —not that we were close— I feel sad but can't feel anything at the same time

I pushed the key inside and twist it, as I stepped in I looked around in awe.

The inside was beautiful just like the outside.

I wanted to scream at how big the living room was, it was all with white stone walls and a beautiful chandelier on the ceiling.

I looked behind me and stare at the beautiful view coming from the big windows. This house was so beautiful and I haven't even seen everything yet.

Asking how I afforded that?

My mother gave us some money before she died, I didn't want them I wanted to burn them. I Didn't want her to think I'm there for the money

She insisted, she told me to buy this house. She said this house it's where she and my father meet, I bought it anyway. It was beautiful and it was mine

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Later that day I had to go to town to buy some things and also see if I can get a job. Yes, I am a writer but I also need to live till I publish this book. I don't even think it will get readers but we have to take risks right?

After I took whatever I needed I walked into a bakery, Boston was beautiful.

"Hey how can I help you," a red-haired woman asks, I smiled at her "hi, do you guys sell tiramisu, "I ask "we do" she replies.

"One that and a water please" she hummed and after I paid I turned around to sit down.

I sat down and pulled my phone from my picked out

19 missed calls

I sigh and pulled one of my hair stains out of my eyes. I ignored the calls and close my phone.

I looked up seeing the red-haired woman smiling and waving at me. I stood up with a small smile on my face and picked up my things

"Hello I was here first" the deep voice spokes, I turn around eyeing a black-haired man with blue eyes.

I raised my eyebrows "if you haven't noticed I was picking my food" he scoffed "that doesn't mean you have to go in front of me I was ordering" he hissed

I was in no mood for arguing so I just sigh before I could say anything a female voice spoke "Elijah what the fuck, be nice" The red-haired woman says

"You're new in town, right," she asks as she gave me some tissues.

I smiled "yeah" she chuckled and we heard a groan behind

"Don't mind him, the police made him an asshole" she laughs "I'm Jena by the way, he's my brother Elijah" she pointed at the man who was being all grumpy.

"Noa"I introduced myself. "Alright I'm heading out," I said looking one more time at the guy and walking away.

(I promise the next chapter will be more interesting)