My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 2

Ten Years Later

Jogging down my empty street as beads of sweat dripped down my forehead and back. My light brown hair held high in a poly tail swayed back and forth in an even pattern.

Motivating pop music played in my ears as I felt the California sun beating against me. Finally coming to a stop at an intersection, stopping to pant and catch my breath.

"Please tell me you got my emails, Bethany." My publisher said in my earbuds as I answered my phone. "Yes, Rachel. I told you I haven't-" I began to walk closer to my house.

"I need a new book on my desk! People are raving about you! They want more. Please tell me you're at least trying." She said. "Of course, I am. I just have a bit of writer's block is all." I sighed.

"Well then get motivated! We need another sequel, Bethany. Not another children's book." She continued making me cut her off. "I'm getting another phone call I have to go." I lied before hanging up on her before she could reply.

Jogging the rest of the way to my gated house. Gravel crunched against my sneakers as I stumbled to my front door slamming it behind me. Kicking off my sneakers and grabbing my mail that I grabbed from my mailbox earlier.

Tossing it on my kitchen counter as I grabbed a glass of water. Ignoring the occasional bill and fan mail before something caught my eye. There was a pale yellow envelope with the return address of my home town addressed to me. Quickly opening it out of sheer curiosity.

You Are Invited To The Class of 1995
10 Year Reunion at
Sunnyfield High School
Join us for dinner, drinks and catching up!
Saturday June 20th at 6 o'clock
We Look Forward To Seeing You.

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself. "They've got to be joking. Catching up? What's to catch up on?" I continued to myself.

Tossing the invitation in the trash knowing it was just an excuse for everyone to brag and compare their lives to each and everyone else's.

About to head upstairs to take a shower to get a start on my day when my phone rang. Deciding to ignore it assuming it was Rachel again.

After my hot shower to relax my tense muscles from the stress of the pressure of everyone around me. Everyone was wondering when I would have the next sequel to my best selling romance series.

When I came to California for school I was determined to be everything I said I would be and more. Mostly for my own selfish reasons wanting to show everyone in my hometown that I was capable. That I was able to do everything I put my mind to. That all my lonely years of studying and extracurriculars was all worth it.

And it was. I did become everything I ever wanted. I was well known and was finally a New York Times Best Selling Author and every book I wrote flew off the shelves. People begged for more. But now the pressure began to get to me creating the strongest writers block I've ever had. I couldn't for the life of me come up with a quality continuation of my stories and characters beloved by all.

Getting dressed for my children's book reading and signing at the local bookstore. Putting on a tight, dark purple long sleeve shirt with a silk maxi skirt and black kitten heals. Loosely curling my long brown hair applying my makeup before getting the rest of my things to rush to the bookstore.

The crowded bookstore was full of small children and parents watching their children closely as they sat around my feet. Smiling fondly at the adorable, eager, bright eyed children as I read my latest children's book about friendly monsters going on adventures.