Tw/Swearing prob. Typos for sure.

And what if I am a young writer? What if I want to be an english mayor? No one cares.

Well I don't care, and that's the point.

Right now I am sitting in high school, the hell itself, and doodle some shapes for my next book's cover. My best friend is sitting beside me, paying attention to what the teacher has to say about something regarding the Romantic timeline or something boring like that.

I actually wrote a book with the characteristics of the romatic writings, highligting good and evil, freeform, all of that, only to twist it at the end. One of my best sellers to be honest. The title of it is...

"Constellation." The word rips me out of the comfort of my toughts, forcing me to concentrate. "It's a short book with the characteristics of the romantic age, however there is an interesting twist at the end. The author is unknown." I hear my friend snicker beside me. She was the one who gave me te author name idea. It was kinda stupid but I had no better choice at that moment.

Papers were handed out with a part of my book. It was where I wrote the picnick under the stars with the goddess wisiting her mortal lover. I am still proud of that chapter, I really grabbed the moment. It was actually inspired by the full moon when it shone into my window the night before.... Here I go once again, off track like every writer does.

After we had read the scene, we started going throught the building yada yada. It was quite strange, hearing my classmates toughts about Philip being a simp and that Kriselle was painfully formal. But I had fun.

"Now what can the black roses on the lady's hat symbolize?" I paused. Well I wrote the black silk roses because it was a cute accestory and it went with the outfit pretty well.

A classmate of mine, Jacob, raised his hand.

"Her connection with the night." He said, and the teacher nodded. I groaned and my dear friend held back her laughter. I swear to god she was enjoying this a bit too much.

"And what does the moonlight hitting the water of the pond mean?" Well I included that because I love how the full moon shines back from a body of water, it's mesmerizing.

Their endless love, came the answer. Sure man, whatever floats your boat.

"And why was the grass rotting?" Oh for fucks sake man, why. "Alex." I looked up, horryfied but ready to speak.

"It's because of the goddess' power. Because she's the guider of souls and bringer of the night, grass usually dies around her since she radiated death." I state matter of facktly. A headshake. The writer had other toughts when writing this.

But how would I know? It's not like I'm the writer!

No it was foreshadowing of Philip dying at the end.

But how could I know?

I'm just the writer after all.