Chapter One
Setting Fate
She gently pushed down the cover of her laptop and released a huge sign. She had just finished up a book report on one her favorite novels, Romeo& Juliet, but even doing a book report on her favorite book didn't take up for the fact it was still school work. Her grades recently haven't been increasing but more like decline and stay put. Trying to fit in tutoring and after school activities had wore her out long before she got to her daily homework and projects. With the constant income of more school work, the question often came to mind. Was she working her youth away, not having enough time for herself and a real social life? And what could she do with her life after completing high school and then collage. She signed once more, but with a lower tone that carried out through the restaurant. She stretched her long, thin, brown legs across the floor beneath the table. Her arms also extended behind her head as she yawns. If she hadn't she was sure she would collapse from lack of sleep right then and there. After absorbing the environment, she returned to her laptop again. She opened up a file of her own that had the words "Setting Fate" type in big bold letters. Her eyes glanced at the file and continued on each row of words. Once reviewing the material she moved her fingers in place on the home row keys. Her fingers lingered on the keyboards, deciding what next exciting event should happen next.
Before she could type a letter in she felt up with bumps along her back. In the corner of her eye she could see a stranger, tall figure behind her. It appeared to be a man about a year or two ahead of her. He leaned closer, hovering over her shoulder like a vulture over its prey. She glued her eyes shut, the feeling of disrespect was way below the overwhelming feeling of invaded privacy. She then coughed loudly, giving him a tip about his interference. Suddenly the feeling disappeared and she turned her focus back to the keyboard. Her fingers press the "i" key and then "e", before finishing the statement the feeling return quickly.
"Excuse me, but I can't work while having you observe my every move" she replied with a tense voice, about to straggle him. She turned around once he continued to watch her over head.
"Excuse me, but if you don't leave I will…." She paused and examined his face.
He looked kind enough, but his expression had a certain quality that made him mysterious. His neck short black hair curled around his ears and overlapped his light brown eyes that resembled hot chocolate in the snow. The only thing different about him to her was his light clear skin, that if laid next to her dark brown skin would remind her of the Chinese yen and yang symbol. He just stared at the laptop, looking right through her in the way.
"I just wanted to die right then and there, but the ever shifting jolts of my heart would not let me. I felt up with so much embarrassment I wanted to scream out lord kill me now, I want to be removed from this place but I guess that wasn't a good enough reason to die, because the very next moment I fainted in front of the world. Once I regained consciousness I wish I hadn't, why couldn't I die…"he read and then finished.
She stared speechless and completely lost in thought.
"Stinks!" he said straightening his back. He removed his hands from his pocket and pushed back his hair that had fallen out of place as he bent over.
"What?" She screamed quickly. Exactly what happened while she was daydreaming?
"I said it stinks!" he grabbed his book bag that was lying on the floor beside the booth and swung it over his back. "There's not much to say about an amateur piece of work, now is there!" he stared at her coldly in the eyes and walk to the cashier. He handed the clerk his check and exit the building. She stood there petrified as he walked across the street and to the right. There wasn't to think about that moment, but somehow she wouldn't let him get away with this. Racing out the door and outside she almost forgot her bag and laptop. She cut through the red light and followed him to the right.
"Wait!" she called out, holding her breath as she ran. "Wait!" she called again catching up to him. He moved on as if he didn't even speak to her just before in the restaurant. Finally she saw the light turn green, stranding him on the corner with her.
"You won't get away from me that easily!" just before the light could turn red again she pounced up on her tip toes. He quickly turned around and saw her coming toward him. Once he noticed her it was too late, they were already in for a collision course. Immediately the girl rammed into him knocking them both onto the ground. She, long before him rose to her feet and jerked him by the collar.
"What's with you and insulting my work like that? What have I ever done to you?" she shuck his shirt collar back and fourth.
"You can't talk, just now tackling me like I killed your mother or something!" he yelled back at her. He rushed to his feet and snatched his shirt from out her hand. He dusted himself off and continued to walk on.
"Wait! I want an explanation from you!"
He smirked and went on before she could catch up again, "like I would need to explain myself to you, Keka!"
"How did he…know my name?" She looked down at her feet that were too tired to chase after him. She lugs her backpack across the ground as she headed home. She didn't seem to mind that her jeans were torn and covered in dirt, and that her shirt had gone to white to black for the tar sidewalks.
After arriving home Keka dragged her things up to her room and fell onto the bed like a rock. She moaned loudly through the quilt and kicked off her old white sneakers. If life could just be a little more merciful, than maybe she wouldn't have fell asleep three hours before dinner from exhaustion. She liked sleeping on her back mostly, because it made her feel relaxed and peaceful, but she fell asleep before she had the chance to turn over on her back. As she slept she still couldn't remove the event today from her mind.
"People like him really make my blood boil. Why couldn't it have been a Saturday today, usually my Fridays always end up like this no matter what I do?" She pouted and complained.
Being the type of person she was, she never blamed herself for her troubles and fault everyone else besides herself. She was over confident and super annoying to most people, and no one has yet found the quality that makes her special and unique. School for Keka was an ordinary routine, which had no importance at all. She came to school, and went to school everyday except weekends.
