Feathers in the Moonlight (English)

Chapter 7

She didn't know how many hours she got into sleeping. When she peeped into the window, the sun heat her face, and it felt very hot. Leonie's hand quickly pulled the towel hanged on the stainless rod. She ambled inside the bathroom to take a shower, she needed it to cool her body and temporarily erase the confusion from her spirit.

Right after taking a bath, Leonie went out from the bathroom wearing bathrobe while her hands were drying up her hair using the towel. Then, she heard her stomach rumbling. She had to eat she thought. So she pulled a short- pants and a yellow sleeveless and dressed up fast.

Leonie's feet carried her down the metal staircase going to the dinner table where a breakfast meal was prepared. She sat on her familiar chair, right beside her Aunt's. After which she began munching slowly the light breakfast made of sauté corned beef, sunny-side up egg, and two slices of bread.

In no time, she was able to wash the dishes and returned back to her nest—her room. There she put her new laptop on the coffee table, clicked the turn- on button and waited for a few minutes to open it. When it did, she saw her picture with her Aunt in the screen. What a nice portrait, she thought, an inspiration to fulfill her wish.

For a moment, she just stared on the laptop's screen and didn't have anything to write. How she would start her story is a big question. The last words of Mr. Arguelles still lingered into her mind... "We need a story which will cater both teenagers like you and middle- aged people who are still hopeless romantic, and we hope you can give us one."

Gradually, she started clicking the letters on the keyboard, weaving words to create a story. At first she filled the electronic paper with few paragraphs, but then she was not satisfied with the storyline and erased all.

The competition wanted a storyline where a happy ending will be considered which was not her forte, she didn't know how to make one since she had not experienced being love—by someone else or even her parents.

When no dynamic theme came into her mind, she stood up and faced the mirror. Leonie looked at her reflection, thinking she was not that ugly- looking. A five feet tall, petite and with fair- complexion, Leonie was not far behind her classmates and friends, in fact she was once nominated as the cutest and simplest girl in the school, though she didn't get the crown, she was thankful for being noticed by everyone.

After getting worn-out of her appearance, she returned back to the front of the screen and typed some few words until her mind concentrated to filling up the pages with words......