I couldn't bring myself to leave when I reached my dreams because my best friend lived here. This man was such a great person. I just could not leave him here all alone. "I never ask you how everything is going with you. We always talk about me. I'm sorry about that." "Oh it's no problem. I love hearing about your goals and plans. It makes me appreciate the youth of today. I'm doing great. Don't worry about me." I couldn't help but worry about him. He was so sweet and listened carefully to everything I said. I always enjoyed the company. It was getting late after we chatted on and on about how things were going for me. I did prompt him to talk about himself and what he was up to. He didn't speak much about his past, and I respected him even if I didn't know the younger version of who he used to be. I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested. Never would I coerce him. The past did not matter much anyways, now is what took precedence.
Tomorrow was the big day so I decided it was time to go back and get some sleep. "Thanks so much for the soup and the wonderful conversation." He grinned ear to ear. "I'll see you later." James said. I waved goodbye and made my way back to my apartment. I turned on the light so I could find my way back to my bedroom. Unfortunately it kept flickering on and off. I let out an exasperated sigh. I couldn't wait any longer. This was my chance to prove myself. Climbing in the bed I decided to fluff my pillow. Once I laid my head down I was out like a light. I woke up in a jolt. I fuzzily remember having a strange dream. Something dealing with my characters I was going to write about. I still haven't figured out their names yet. But, I will do that after I jot down some more ideas on their personality. The sun peered in through the blinds sending in a stream of light.
Shifting myself out of bed was more difficult than I thought it would be. I felt drowsy from staying up a little late. Not a good sign. I put on a cup of coffee and stretch. My back cracks a little in the process. It wasn't a pleasant movement. Caffeine turned out to not be the best idea. I already felt jittery from today's events. It was a three day competition. I could get it done in one day. I felt somewhat confident in my abilities. I took a few last sips of my coffee and got ready to leave. I wanted to let my friend know I was leaving, but he would probably be asleep still. So, I decided against knocking on his door on the way out. As soon as I left the building the sun shined down upon me. Maybe this would work out I thought. The markets were bustling as I made my way through the town.
I didn't eat breakfast so I decided to grab an apple. The stand was filled with these delicious red fruit. I grabbed the rippest one and paid the sweet old lady. She smiled at me gently. "Good luck!" I was puzzled and then she pointed at the entrance letter in my hand. "Oh, thanks. You have a wonderful day!" I took a bite of the crisp apple and made my way to the center of it all. The huge building stood over the shops next to it. My heart leapt in my chest. It felt as if I would pass out in awe of this amazing opportunity. I tossed the core of the apple away in a near by trash can. I saw people standing outside there in a neat line. I guess they weren't letting in people yet. All walks of life were out there waiting for the dream of a lifetime to come true. Except for the exceptionally wealthy. They didn't have to work there way into this job, they had it from the beginning. It didn't make me jealous often. Only when they didn't have to work for this dream of mine did I feel that way. But at least I'd get in on my own accords. I took my place in line behind an older gentleman. He looked quite nervous.
All Xavier ever wanted was to be a published author. Unfortunately the association has different plans. Creativity is controlled in his country and punishable by jail time. While he tries to go with the flow, there is something inside his that tells him to fight.
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