Nothing in this world is easy for me. I'm not a princess from some glorious fairytale. Everythingis tough.
It all started when I was five. My parents got into a horrible car accident and were placed in the hospital. They died threedays later. From there I moved in with my Gran.
I'm not five anymore. I know the difference between a dreamand reality.
And right now, this is anything but a dream.
I'm standing in the freezing cold rain, miles away from home.
The best part?
I'm wearing a short black dress and four-inch high heels. The shoulders on the dress were sequined, some of which were stabbing my shoulders, and a large black bow at the waist. The shoes were killing me and my feet were freezing from all the water splashing them.
I tried to keep my head up, but today just wasn't my day. I was rushing to reach the most important meeting of my life and left both my sweaterand umbrella at home.
But, with my luck, the meeting was horrible.
Right now I only wish to crawl into my bed and not wake-up for a few days.
Finally I had enough of the horrifying pain that the shoes were causing me and ripped them off. I held them in my hands and debated if I should throw them in the middle of the street of not. I just decided to continue carrying them.
I continued walking and tried to ignore how cold the rain was.
"Hey!" a voice called.
I snapped my head around and saw a yellow taxi parked a few feet behind me. There was a boy around my age with his head sticking out the window.
"Do you need a ride?" he asked. I shook my head. "I think you do. Come on!"
I shook my head once again.
"You're going to catch pneumonia!" he yelled.
I smiled and took a few steps closer to the taxi. The rain was falling harder now and I found myself shivering. Then I realized something.
"I don't have any money!" I shouted to the mysterious boy.
"I'll pay," he replied. "Come on! I can see you shivering!"
I grinned more and ran over to the cab. The boy moved over and made room for me.
"Thank you," I gushed.
"It's not a problem. I'm Fabian Rutter. You?"
"Nina Martin," I replied.
"Nice to meet you. Where do you need to go?" he asked.
I told him the address of the small apartment I live in.
"That's miles from here. Why are you trying to walk there?" Fabian asked.
"I had a meeting over here."
"What do you do?"
I sighed. "I'm a writer. I was having a meeting with a publisher."
"How'd it go?"
"Not great. They denied it."
"What's it about?"
"It's called "House if Anubis." It follows the life of eight students who go to a British boarding school. They live in the Anubis house. One day, an American, Nathalia, shows up and another girl, Klariza disappears. Klariza's best friend, Jade, think Nathalia has to do with the disappearance. Eventually Nathalia meets an old lady named Sarah and an Egyptian mystery unfolds," I explained.
"Their loss," Fabian said.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"
"The publishers. It's their loss," he answered. "It sounds incredible."
"Thank you," I blushed.
"Someone will come along and publish it."
"That's what I used to think, but after today, I've lost a lot of hope."
"What number publisher was this?"
"Sixteen," I muttered.
"Well, those sixteen people are foolish," Fabian laughed. "When your book gets made into a movie, they'll realize what they're missing."
"I doubt it will even become a movie, but thank you."
"Don't doubt."
"I'll try."
"Do you know why they decided not to publish it?"
"The first one thoughts this one scene was too dark," I said.
"What happened?"
"Jade gets kidnapped," I sighed. "I understand what they said, but it's a pretty big part of the story."
Fabian nodded. "What else did they say?"
"That the mystery was stupid and too farfetched. One said that it was too much like Harry Potter."
"This doesn't sound like Harry Potter," Fabian cut in.
"They were searching for the Cup of Ankh."
"The cup grants you eternal life," Fabian finished. I nodded. "I like Egyptian mythology."
I laughed. "I can tell. Most people had to ask me what that was."
"They should not qualify as publishers if they don't know what the Cup of Ankh is," Fabian laughed.
"Especially when Nathalia explained it to her friend, Ana, in the next paragraph," I replied.
"I has just lost faith in humanity," Fabian replied. I grinned. "How did you get the idea for the book?"
I shrugged. "I like Egyptian mythology and I had a few dreams."
"What were they about?"
"The first one was of group of kids were standing around this gleaming cup. The second was of a girl showing up at a large house. The third was of Nathalia meeting Sarah."
"Dreams must really mean something to you."
I smiled. "They did in this case."
"Miss?" the taxi driver called. "We're here."
Fabian frowned. "It was great to meet you."
"Thank you," I paused. I had so much to thank him for. "For giving me hope."
He reached over and gave me a large hug. When he pulled away he whispered, "Not a problem."
I grabbed my shoes and stepped out into the rain once more.
"I can't wait to read your book!" Fabian called as they drove off.
I smiled once again and walked into the apartment complex I call home.
