Heyy Guys! So starting here is the first jornal entry from Skylar (a.k.a. Sky) In this entry she is 17 years old (so Sierra's age) The story will mostly revolve around Sky's life however there will be little snippets of Sierra's life, just to bring things back to reality. It might sound kind of confusing right now, but once you start reading, you'll get the hang of it! Enjoy! :)

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Sky's POV

I stared out the glass window as the rain poured down serenely. The little drops of clear water formed a pretty mosaic on the window. I watched them slide past each other, waiting to see which drop of rain would win by making it all the way down first. The sound of rain always soothed me. Whether it was raining hard or there were only a few drops, the drip-drop noise was amusing to my ears. It especially calmed me down when I was in a bad mood.

I looked away from the glass window and stared down at my cup of coffee. It was half gone yet still warm. The coffee shop was unusually quiet today. It was always so crowded but I guess people wanted to stay home because of the rain. I looked up from my coffee and found that besides me there were only two other people. The waitress was in the back lounge probably dozing off and the old man sitting in the corner of the shop was occupied with some crossword puzzle. The crinkling of a newspaper caught my attention as I turned to look at the young man sitting alone in a small booth.

"It's quiet, but quite pleasant. Serene I'd say," the young man said randomly. I looked around to see who he was talking to but I didn't see anyone in particular. The old man was leaving and now it was just the two of us. I wasn't quite sure if he was talking to me, so I picked up my cup of coffee and took a sip.

"Rain is my favorite out of all nature's beauty. Have you ever seen the transparent drops just fall from the sky? It's so clear yet the sky is so hazy and gloomy. Sometimes it's as if someone took a glass of water and poured it down from the sky. Other times its as if someone took a pipet and squeezed the water out one drop at a time. It's fascinating," the young man said again.

I looked up at him and found our eyes meeting. He was looking deep into my eyes, as if we had known each other for the longest time. I quickly looked away and pulled my journal out of my bag. I carried my journal with me everywhere in case I was ever inspired to write. I was a journalist and I constantly wrote in my journal, whether it was just a reflective entry about my day or a quote that someone had said. I liked what the young man had said. The rain was indeed fascinating.

"Alright, I guess this deep, reflective poetry crap doesn't interest you. Shall we talk about something else?" the man asked.

I cracked a smile and got up. I picked up my bag and walked over to his table and sat directly across from him. He smiled at me and offered me some of his pastry.

"No thank you. However I was actually pretty interested in what you said about the rain. I agree with you. It makes the world so gloomy yet it's so calm and peaceful," I said.

He nodded his head, as he took another sip of his coffee. He picked up the newspaper in front of him and frowned. Then he crumpled it up and stuffed it into the nearby trashcan. I raised my eyebrows and gave him a questioning look.

"You can never trust the paper these days. It's all crap. None of it is real," he said. I pulled out my own copy from my bag and skimmed over it. I didn't find anything unusual other than the norm. Just the daily headlines about competition between Knight Corporations and Woods Enterprise. I rolled my eyes upon seeing my name in the newspaper. There were perks of being the daughter of parents who own a multi millionaire company. But seeing all this stuff about my family in the newspaper all the time made me groan.

"So what are you doing here on a rainy day like this?" the man asked me. I observed him carefully as he spoke. He had golden blonde hair and dark hazel green eyes. He had dimples on his fair skin that appeared when he smiled. I noticed that he couldn't be much older than me actually. In fact he almost looked my age.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just needed to get away for a while. I wasn't having the best day and I needed to escape from home," I said.

"Do you come here often?" he asked.

"Yea. Yea, actually I do. And you?" I asked.

"Hmm, yes I do too. I come here every now and then with my friends. It's a small but cozy café. Strange how I've never seen you," he replied.

I nodded my head. Of course he hadn't. He probably didn't recognize me. I didn't usually dress like this whenever I came to the coffee shop. Today I was wearing a cream colored cashmere sweater with a black skirt with white polka dots. I wore my black leggings underneath and my brown boots. It was chilly, but not cold enough for a coat. Usually when I came here, I'd have to wear my best Chanel suit or my most formal looking outfit. Of course I didn't want to, but my parents made me since the paparazzi were constantly after us and apparently I had to look professional. I wish I could just come here everyday wearing what I was at the moment. Oh and you can never forget the dark sunglasses.

"What about you stranger? I've never seen you either," I smirked. He shrugged his shoulders as he took another sip cup of coffee.

"I didn't feel like staying inside all day 'cause of the rain. Wanted to have some adventure but unfortunately everything's closed," he said.

"And the only place totally thrilling is the coffee shop right?" I asked sarcastically. He cracked a smile as he pointed at my journal.

"You write a lot or something?" he asked.

"Yea, I'm a journalist. I take my journal with me wherever I go 'cause there's inspiration everywhere!" I exclaimed.

"I don't like writing, but I like reading other people's stories," he said. "Do you write stories?"

"Sometimes, if I'm motivated enough, or whenever I have the time. School takes most of my time away though," I said.

"What school do you go to?" he asked.

"Lafayette Private School; junior year," I answered.

"Me too," he said.

"Wait, you go to Lafayette? How come I've never seen you?" I asked.

"I'm actually starting this year. Got kicked outta my other school. I'm a senior though," he smirked.

I laughed. "What'd you do that was so bad?"

"I may have played a couple pranks on my teacher..."

I laughed again. "You're mysterious, you know that?"

He gave me a wink. Suddenly my cell phone started to ring. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was the house maid. She was probably calling to tell me that I should be getting back before my mom noticed I was missing.

"It was nice meeting you. I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you again?" I said.

He nodded his head. "I'd like that. You amuse me coffee shop girl. Would you like another drink before you leave?" he asked.

"No thanks, I'm good. Do you need a ride home? It's raining pretty hard," I said.

"No, I have a ride. Thanks for the offer," he said. He got up and left some money on the table. Then he quickly dialed a number and waited by the glass window silently.

I saw a dark limousine appear outside the coffee shop. That must be for me. I gave him a quick wave as I walked outside with my red umbrella. Suddenly, another identical limousine appeared next to mine. I saw the young man come out of the coffee shop and walk to the limousine.

"Bye coffee shop girl," he said, as he slipped into the limo. Before I could say anything the limo drove away.

"Miss Woods, your mother is expecting you back home. I think it would be best to get there as soon as possible," the driver, who was also one of my good friends, said.

I sighed. "Okay, thanks Sebastian." I slipped into the limo and took out my journal and quickly began to write.

Who was this mysterious man?

Sierra's POV

I yawned as I slowly closed the book. I set it on the small table next to my bed and turned off the flashlight on my iPhone. It was 1:00 a.m. and I had school tomorrow. Although my dad was super chill, he would kill me if he found out I was still awake the late.

As I fell asleep I smiled. The mysterious man at the coffee shop was of course my dad. And I was anxious to find out tomorrow what happened next, and to learn the background of my mom's family including my grandparents, whom I had never met. I could picture every single detail that my mom had written. And she was indeed a great writer (something I never knew about til now). She would have made a best selling author if she was still alive right now.

Maybe that's where I get my awesome writing skills from.

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~And to my guest reviewer who goes by RusherDriver: thanks for the review! I am currently working on the sequel to FYA and I can't wait for you to read it! Also I am very sorry to hear about you and your mom...I'm so happy to hear you guys are doing well now, and I can only hope that things get better. Stay strong! :)