Chelsea could not take her eyes off
him as he walked by in the cafeteria. Her best friend from school sat next to
her and smirked as she pinched Chelsea to make her snap out from her trance.
“Are you still drooling over Justin? You have been doing that for the past
year, at least go talk to him.” Summer lowered her eyes, and then looked at her
friend. “I can’t, every time I get near him I feel like I’m going to hurl. Once
I accidentally bumped into him while walking to class and I started stuttering
like an idiot. At that time I think that he thought I was insane.” And she
laughed slightly at the memory. It was funny now, but back then it was the most
humiliating thing that Chelsea had to go through.
Chelsea is a Philosophy Graduate
with a minor in Literature. She fell in love with Literature when one of her
philosophy professors asked the students to make a report on the books of an
author of their choice. Chelsea was strewn between two of her favorite authors,
but when she decided that she wanted to write a report on Jackson Stewart, a
romance novelist, the next day he was announced dead. The reasons of his death
were impervious to the public, so she had to retort to Maven Strong, a known
detective novelist. Chelsea sent him an email explaining her reasons why she
wanted to speak to him. Several days later she received an email from his
agency stating that he will be able to meet with her for fifteen minutes on the
3rd of August. Chelsea thought to herself that fifteen minutes were
not going to really do the trick in getting the information she needed for her
report. Of course she could still use the internet, as most of her classmates
were doing, but she like being practical. She wanted to see the true Maven
Strong, she wanted to hear his voice, so when she started reading his novels
she could imagine his voice uttering out the words that were printed on the
pages of the book.
Chelsea did not give detective
writing the time of day, she thought it was too jumbled up together. She had a
detective course once in college where the students had to read some Sherlock
Holmes stories, and she despised them. She could not wrap her head around how
did Sherlock manage to capture the bad guy? How was he trained? How could a
drug addict and crazy person be able to solve these crimes? Watson held a
better character to her than the lead of the story did. And she antagonized the
teacher all throughout the course. But eventually, the professor could not fail
her because her paper was impeccable she managed though to give her a B+ only.
This made Chelsea mad, but she did not care. It was not as if she wanted to go
into a writing career of her own. She hated writing with extreme detail as to
how the crime scene looked, and how the detective noticed what trained eyes
overlooked. It was just too surreal for her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
