Submission novel Chapter 4

During these nineteen years of my life, I have never come across a novel or movie where they show the reality. It's such a great irony that whatever they show never happens in real life. Or perhaps they do, oblivious to the many people all across the world to whom it's just a piece of fiction. We will never ever know. We have these wild imaginations like the avatar, hunger games, twilight saga, fast and furious, and others. I am not ashamed to say that some of the above-mentioned movies are indeed my favorite.

But that's the thing about fiction. A cow lives on a tree.

Every story has two sides, some have more and most would never be heard. I wonder if it's better that way. Not knowing the dirty, cruel, true side. It makes others feel better but it makes us, me feel worse every time. Not that I tell my story to anyone, never have but sometimes I just can't stop telling it to myself and what follows after, better not be revealed.

Comparing what has happened and will happen is not right. Life is different for everyone and everyone has gone through their own version of-

I crashed into somebody, not noticing the person in front when I was walking with my eyes cast down, too lost in my thoughts.

"HEY! Watch it rose! Stop daydreaming already!" Liza smiled, the shine from her eyes making me feel warm as always. 

"I am sorry Lizzie, you know how I get after the music class," I said sheepishly.

School had already ended and everyone was scurrying away to their cars in the parking lot to avoid getting wet in the snowfall. There was snow everywhere, covering the parking lot, making it slippery. The only green visible was the campus which was colored in a dark shade of lime.

"So, how was your music class?" She asked with a hidden chirp in her voice.

"You mean how was the music teacher right? Well, I guess he is okay. He is good at what he does but he is a little bit younger than what you assumed and he is Russian, I think" We started walking towards our car as I thought about the last half an hour I spent in the music room.

I was not surprised when he wrote the name Dimitri Nevada on the blackboard. He was 26 years old and had a prominent Russian accent. But the strangest thing was that he was not looking at anyone, he was just staring at the back of the class, almost as if he was staring at the wall... it was quite distracting.

"Ooh sounds interesting, so what did you guys do?" Her indicative tone still present as I tried to ignored it and replied with as much disinterest as I could muster up.

"Oh, nothing much, it was just an introductory class." The curiosity in her not satisfied as she kept on throwing questions at me.

"Oh, and what about...."