The Book Writer

The first draft is just you telling yourself the story ~Terry Prachette Click click click. Grainne's fingers glided over the keyboard effortlessly, adding notes and changing spelling mistakes. Once she finished another chapter of editing for their high-end client, she yawned and stretched in her desk chair. Looking at the clock on the wall, 7:45pm, she hit the saved button and shut down the computer. "Oh no! How could this be?" He says dramatically. "Why would I ever be with you?" She looks down, hiding her embarrassment from his words. 'It's not like I want to be with you either,' she thinks to herself. Glancing up at him, her bully, her torment, her hell. Why? Why him? For years, he has pestered, abused (mental and physical), and now this? to be paired with him. **'Sigh, is this like the others?'** 'Huh?' She looks around the hall. Is someone else here? "I will reject you... Or I should reject you." He grumbles. He paces back and forth on the hardwood flooring. They are still at the school, long after the day was finished. She had practice for the volleyball tournament coming up. She didn't know he was going to be here. Fumbling with the hem of her t-shirt, she nervously speaks, "We should do the rejection." He stops pacing. A hurt look on his face for a moment before it's gone. **'Let me guess. He will change his mind or such... Sigh'** She glances around. 'Did I just hear someone?' says to herself. Straining her hearing, she can only hear the team practicing the drills down the hall. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" Malice in his voice. A slow, wide grin appears on his tan chiseled face. " Or maybe I should accept you. It would be oh so fun." Returning her attention to him. f***k! No! Please... Don't let this happen. **'Ugh, of course.'** She looks around.. "Did ... Did you just hear someone sa-" He didn't hear her. "This will be very fun indeed." Grabbing her arm, he draws her to him. "I won't mark you, Anna. But you will be mine." Now gripped by both his hands, she can't move. Feeling the sparks up her arms, the tingles and warmth throughout her body. She tries to move away. 'Trader body' **'Let's see now how this goes.'** "What?? Who said that?" She says. Looking around. Confusion is showing on his face now. He's steel blue eyes looking down the hall then to the other side of them. "What was th-" **'I'm going to move ahead here...'** "Wait! What??" They both say. **Flip, Flip.. reading.. continues reading until chapter 37.. ** "I'm sorry, Anna!!" He weeps. "Please forgive me. I was so wrong in everything. I believed my mother when she said those lies. I didn't know." He is on his knees in front of her, grasping her gray joggers. Her green eyes look into his steel blue that are cloudy with hurt, shame, and longing. They have come so far together in this bond, yet still find it hard to forgive him for everything. "Please give me a chance. I am that man who loves you. I can't move on without you." sobbing, begging for her forgiveness. "I have changed," quietly he says. Anna looks at Jasper as he pleads. Looking at his face, which is covered in mud, blood, and tears. She knows she looks the same, if not worse. Her body is tired. Her mind, soul, heck, even her hair is tired. Who knew that this was going to turn out like this. That at some point, some small part of her hoped that he would say this.. Or something like it. At least it's not 'Yo, I'm sorry. Let's make up!' Like how Steph got from Ryder. Then again, Ryder was always not one for words and seemed more that gym type. Focus, Anna! Looking back at Jasper's face. She runs her hand through his muddy copper hair. She does care for him. It has been better, and he did come for her. **'Seriously? Well, to each their own... '** 'Huh? That voice again,' Anna thinks. "Jasper.. Jasper!" Anna says, trying to get his attention. More sobs are heard. She huffs. "Jasper! JASPER!" He looks up at her. "I'm listening to what you're saying, but not to get off the topic here. Did you hear that voice again? The one we heard when we discovered we were paired together?" Jasper, ugly crying now, "whaaa?" Snort, cough, "Huh?" Hic-up. Anna rolls her eyes and grabs his arm, tugging him up. He stands wiping his face with his not so muddy hands. With a strained, slightly scared voice. "You heard the voice?" Anna looks at him in disbelief. "Are you scared?" "Nooo?" He squeaks out, he moves almost behind her, looking all around the green forrest. When his eyes land back on Anna's face, seeing how one eyebrow is raised in a your kidding me right look. He straightens himself, puffing out his chest. "Ahem, of course not, my gem." Staring at him, Jasper rubs the back of his neck and gives a half smile. Rolling her eyes and another quick look at him, Anna moves slowly forward. "Hello?" Silence. Taking another step forward, then another. Saying louder "HELLO?? ANYBODY THERE??" Anna turns behind to look at Jasper, hitting him in the chest with her arm. She didn't realize he had followed closely behind as though he was protective or scared. The latter she thinks. He can take on monstrous beasts, supernatural beings, and his 4 year old niece when in a meltdown. But throw ghostly stuff at him, he freaks. Anna innerly shakes her head. **'Hmmm.. wonder who the voice is?'** "THERE!" Anna yells, while Jasper lets a yelp of fear out. "I can hear you. who are you and where are you? " **'Wait, what? ... you can hear me?'** Nodding her head, Anna replies, " Yes, we can hear you. Who are you?" **'AAAHHHH'** Jasper starts to scream as well. Anna covers her ears with her hands. Oh my Goddess, I have to get them to stop. "Whoa! Stop screaming, everyone." Both are still screaming. Anna brings her fingers to her mouth and whistles loudly. They both stop and are silent. "Now calm the hell down. Both of you!" **'Sorry.. just a little freaked'** "Sorry, my star." "OK, so you're who now and where are you? are you a spiritual being? Friendly? Evil?" **'I'm the person reading your story'** "Our story?!?!" They both say. Jaspers mouth is open in shock. Anna is confused but curious. "So you're reading our story, like in a book? " **'Yes.. But you, and I.. I mean.. We can talk to each other! How is this possible?? oh my God!! Oh my God!! what the H-E-double hockey sticks is going on?'** "We're a book? How is that.. " She trails off, deep in thought. Her eyebrows knitted together. A moment later, her face lights up in glee. " We're a book!! That's awesome!" She glances at Jasper doing a double take as he is still in shock. She hits his shoulder hard to snap him out of it. "We're what?!?" He squeaks out. Shaking her head, she faces towards the northern part of the forrest. The sun's rays are hitting the lower branches. They will need to move soon as night is approaching. **' This is not real.... It can't be? I did not think that this would happen. Some strange magic'** Anna agrees with the person, being, celestial oh mightiness (I'm aware that is not a word), but hey, this is some very weird strange s**t going on. Or would the name 'Narrator' be it? She wonders. "Can you create things or change the story?" Anna listens as the voice mutters away on why this is happening. How is it happening. something about T.V. "Excues me?" **' What? Sorry, I'm freaking out and didn't hear what you said. Let me read it.. '** Jasper moves closer to Anna, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. **'Well, the book is already written, so.. No, I don't think so? But if I write in the book, maybe?'** A smile spreads on Anna's face. Jasper looks at her questionable, asking what she is thinking. "Could you perhaps write in the book ,'They came upon a log cabin in the clearning by the stream?" **' I'll try it'** A moment later, a log cabin appeared out of the blue by the stream. It was small but enough for them. A porch out front, with a rocker and couch. Stone chimney on the side with cut logs piled beside it. Inside the cabin, it had a kitchen, a small table for 2, one queen size bed, a couch, and chairs in front of the fireplace. Bathroom with shower and a tub. **'It worked'** "Amazing," Anna said. Jasper blew out a low whistle while he scratched his head. Flakes of mud falling off of him. He started to get more braver and walk over to the porch. Cautiouly, he climbed the steps, stomping to ensure it was real. He slowly reached for the handle of the door like as if it were a snake about to bite him. opening the door, he looked inside. " There is everything we need in here, my flower." "After we clean ourselves up, let's learn more about you." **'Me? But.. But.. This is all crazy. I must be dreaming. '** "Yes, it is. Fantastic, too! But we need to get this sorted out how we can communicate with each other." Anna starts to walk towards the cabin. Pauses for a moment. "I'm pretty freaked out at the moment myself. There must be a reason why this fantastic occurrence is happening." With that, Anna goes up the wooden stairs onto the porch and in the cabin. You can hear murmurs of talking and water starting to run. The sun is setting, the last of the rays of light just outlining the tops of the trees. with a sigh, the voice mutters **' Now im written in the book'**