Needing him now, more than ever, she typed. And typed.
'TYPHOON BANANA' she wrote. A book would give her just what she needed. But what about the name? Didn't that strike the weirdness? Well, she thought, at least he didn't see me.
And so she wrote on.
TYPHOON BANANA by Kori Anders
It was here that she stopped. What should it be about? Nothing? No, it had to have a meaning... but what?
Kori needed more time. She had to finish this, or else being kicked out is what would happen. And no one liked her if she got kicked out.
What about a book without a meaning? Would that be good? Yes. Perfect.
She typed on.
Logic had no place in my mind whenhe looked at me. His black hair spiked back. I could never see his eyes behind the mask, but I was sure that he had pretty blue eyes. Startling blue eyes. I always fell over when I thought of what they looked like. But I decided to pay more attention to the rest of his face. Mainly his pale lips. I imagined them touching mine. But I would get in trouble for daydreaming.
Here she stopped again. Writer's block. She yawned, and decided to work on it in the morning. Right now was way too late.
As Kori made her way upstairs, she wondered about the many questions that usually bothered her. What would happen next in her story? Would her sister really go against her? What about her father? Would he? And the most important one, Would Kori be permanently kicked out?
She wished that the boy in her book were the same as in real life. But no one would help her, even if the were as she described him.
Kori closed her eyes, and fell asleep to visions of a boy. The boy of her dreams.