Alexa is 26 years old and has finished a Hotel and Restaurant Management course, but she likes writing. However, it seems that destiny is not in her favor. If she finishes a book, it will be rejected due to the poor quality of the story. As a result, she was always disappointed every time she came home.

 As she entered the house, Lexie, her friend, said, "Alexa! Your story has been rejected again by the editor. " She sadly nodded to her friend. "I told you to stop and search for work. At least when you work, you have money, and you don't have to go home at night because you can't find anyone to take that," Lexie suggests.

 "You know, even though I've finished my college degree, writing is really what I want," she replied, her voice cracking.

 "I support you if you're happy. I just want you to rest a little since you're out on the streets almost every day and night."

 "I will not leave the house; I still have a story to finish, so I'll just continue it." Then she smiled. Her friend shook her head at the change in her mood, saying she was sad a while ago but suddenly changed.

 "Let's eat; it is also time," Lexie said.

 "Okay, I'll just change my clothes for a minute." and went into her room.

 When she enters her room, the first thing she sees is the scattered papers on the bed and floor. All of the papers she used to create the plot of one of her books she put down on the table and laid down. "Another day has passed, and yet another of my stories has not been accepted again." And she closed her eyes for a few minutes.

 Alexa has been orphaned since she was in elementary school. Her aunt works in another country to support her daily life. She has covered her expenses since her parents' deaths; until now, she has done so even though Alexa can get a job. Alexa already graduated and can find a job that she'll get easily because she masters culinary arts and graduated with a course in hotel and restaurant management, but she does not want it because she wanted to be a book writer and a well-known author. All who read the story will feel its impact and carry it with them.

 Alexa is a nice person, even though her friend Lexie often gets angry when she always spends the night on the road. She knew it was dangerous at night, but she thought that it would be okay to catch her on the road at night as long as she just went home with a smile on her face. But she always came home sad because her story was never accepted again. She is the type of person who has many scenes in her story until the middle, but when the end is near, she can't think of a scene to write, so she will leave it and start a new story because another story enters her imagination. In short, she was good at the beginning, but she couldn't continue it until the end. She also already finished one story, like the one she was holding a while ago, that she took home because the editor was not satisfied or maybe the plot of her story was not accepted by the readers. She also has no choice but to take it home and create a new one.

 She got up and got out of her room and went to the kitchen, where she saw Lexie already preparing their food.  Lexie said, "Sit down."

 She sat down on a chair and started eating. "Alexa, you might be interested in working for my boss's company. Still hiring until now. "

 "Maybe I'll think about it first."

 Lexie smiled. "All right, if you're interested, just let me know."

 She simply nodded and continued eating. Then, after she washed the dishes, she went to her room and continued to write. "A story is like someone’s life, as you get older, where you feel tired and lazy about the thing you wanted to do in the beginning, but in the middle, you feel lazy about the thing you went to do, but I thought I had already started. I already started. Why won't I continue? It's worth the hardship I felt when I was just starting. " Then she sighed. 

 "Completing and recognizing my stories, even though my books are not famous and the publishing house is not, gives me so much joy." Continuing to look at the manuscript that has not yet been accepted. "But, the question is, When will that happen?" She just shook her head to clear her mind so she could continue writing. 

 That night, Alexa began writing her new story, which she will use to apply again.

 Meanwhile, a small wooden house can be seen in a forest. After entering, you will see books that look to be a few years old and also the sign of dust in the lamps that seem to have smoke inside with magic.

 An older man was seated in an old chair, and there was a table in front of him. "Lucas, where are you?" Victor shouted.

 A boy approached him, but he did not use his feet to go near him; he used his ability to fly. "Why, Grandpa Victor?"

 "What are you doing, and you haven't been here immediately?" 

 "I was just looking through the bookshelves and reading. Do you need anything?" Lucas pointed to the end of the bookshelves.

 "Go to my room and get my magical book."

Then, Lucas flew to Victor's bedroom and brought back an old book. "Here it is." Victor reached for it, and he remained afloat.

 Victor looked at him. "Didn't I tell you not to use your power so frequently that people might get lost in the forest and suddenly see you?" Then he went back to the step on the floor while a little sadness was seen on his face.

 "You can go back to what you were doing because I cannot be bothered while writing because it's set to happen." 

 "Okay, Grandpa." He walked away and left his grandpa.

 While Victor was already wearing his glasses and holding the pen, whose handle was made of white feathers, he said, "It's been a while since you've waited for this to happen, and finally your request will be granted, Jack." He has already started writing in the old magical book.

 Victor is a disciple of a superior who dictates everything. It will give a message to everything that happens, and Victor is the writer in the magical book that makes it happen, everywhere in this world. In the "Book of Destiny," once all the events and dialogue in the book are written, it is not just simply writing because it also has events that the two people still do not meet that easily. Some bad things will happen before they meet. At that time, Jack will be the one to grant his destiny. A few years ago, it just so happened that Jack was looking for a woman and had now received an answer to his wish.

 Victor had been writing for several hours and had run out of ink in a small bottle. He stopped in the middle of writing. "Maybe some other day, I will continue to write this. I still have time to finish it." He closed the book and placed it on the side of the table, together with his eyeglasses.

 Every word written in the book will automatically disappear, and by the time it is lost, it means that it is already happening to the people whose names are included in the book.

On the next day, Alexa only slept for about two hours because of writing, so her eye bags were already black and her hair had not been combed when she left her room and went to the kitchen. At those times, Lexie was having coffee, and when she looked at Alexa, her eyes widened, and she almost spilled the coffee while she sipped.

 "Did you sleep?" Lexie asked.

 Her face wonder." Yes, why?"

 "Or maybe you sleep almost until the sun is rising?"

 She rested her elbow on the table and pressed her cheek against it. "Because I can't think of anything to write and I'm trying to function my brain to think of a scene, I'm not sure what time it is at that moment."

 "The question is: Do you write even one chapter?"

 She shook her head and smiled. Lexie, on the other hand, massaged her forehead. "Alexa, I'm telling you to just stay up at work, and at least you're making money, not as you do, and possibly get sick."

 She gave Lexie a small smile at what she said. "Right now, I might be late for work; just eat; maybe later you'll lock yourself in your room again and forget to eat." Lexie grabbed her bag and left. 

 Alexa also left the house after eating and cleaning her room and went to a park to rest her mind. She ended up in a wide-open space with a nearby river and a chair near the trees.

 She sat down and closed her eyes to get some fresh air, but there was a voice behind her that seemed to be talking to someone.

 "Why did you call?" asked a male voice behind her.

 Her ears are on the person talking to someone behind. "Are you sure about that? I'm going!" said a voice that seemed to be filled with good news.

 She felt it leave, so she turned around, but she could only see the man's back as he walked away. "He has a good body build. Perhaps it would be better if I could see his face," she thought and turned her back to the river.

 She focused on thinking about the scenes in her new story, but she admitted that she was hit by the so-called "writer's block," and no matter what she did to activate her imagination, she really couldn't think of anything. "What kind of inspiration do I need just to make a good story?" she said out loud, and the person next to her heard it without realizing it was sitting next to her.

 "Good morning! It looks like you have a problem, I noticed, based on your facial expression. "

 She turned around and saw an old man. "I'm sorry if my voice got louder." She awkwardly smiled at the old man.

 "No problem, but if you don't mind, what's your problem?"

 She sighed and said what she was thinking, even though she didn't know the old man very well. "What's the problem, Grandpa? I'm a writer who writes based on my imagination, but lately, nothing has entered my mind, so I'm here now to rest my brain, but it doesn't seem to be effective either."

 The old man nodded and faced the river. "You are aware that the scene you want cannot be given right away, and not everything you want will be given at this time. You have to think a few times before you do it or start, not all day. You will feel that, like now, nothing enters your mind, so you are here, but don't you know that some of the writers have not been successful because they just want to be the famous author of a book and write so many of them?"

 "What do you mean?" 

 "You write not only because of your imagination but also because you use your heart to make all its readers feel what the writer of the book felt while they were writing it. Do you notice that not all writers around the world have been successful, even if they already have a lot of books? You want to know why?"  

 She just nodded her head in response. "Just because of themselves, they are proud of themselves because of the number of stories or books they can write, and let's just say that the title of their story is good, but the question here is also the story behind the title. For you to write good books, you don't have to do it right away because that's what you want. There's the right time and place for that. Maybe it's better to say "Trust the process." Then he smiled at her.

 "So do you believe I can write a book that its readers will love?" 

 "Yes, but it's not the only one you use." And he points his index finger to his heart. " Even your heart."

 She smiled at what the old man said because her headache seemed to go away. "Thank you very much, Grandpa. Somehow, I was relieved by what you said."

"You're welcome, but before that, I will leave you with the saying that not everything written in the book will also happen in the real world, so to everyone who reads your story, just stay in their imagination of what they read in the book, because it will not happen in the present, no matter the fate they want to happen to them like in the book. They will not dictate their destiny. Destiny will do that." The old man stands up. "I'm leaving. Be careful when you go home! and he walked away.

 "Grandpa's great. Does he read a book?" 

 But just a few minutes later, Alexa also stood up and walked away from that place.

 A month passed, and Alexa finished one story again, and now she was going to a publishing house to apply for her book. She smiled while she walked out the door, looked at the manuscript she was carrying, and then walked to the taxi.

 It took an hour before she arrived after an hour's trip. She looked at the building and the entrance. "I'm hoping that it's now accepted."  

 Her face is full of desire for her story to succeed this time. She entered the building and went to the office of the editor. She's now sitting in front of so many writers who are applying for their stories too. After a few hours of waiting, it is her turn to give her manuscript to the editor. She sat down in front of a woman after several hours of waiting.

 She handed the story sheet to the folder she was holding. And the woman read it, this time reading the plot, characters, setting, genre, and some chapters of her story. Happiness could not be seen on the woman's face, and at that moment, her hand was sweating because she was nervous about the result. As the woman reads her story, only her eyes move.

 She took the folder after the woman read it and handed it back to her. "I'm sorry, Ms. But I can't accept your story." The woman's serious statement

 "But, ma'am, isn't my story that good? I can fix it."

 The editor sighed. "Your writing style is outstanding, but your story is too common for me to accept; this time, our company is looking for something unique, with a twist to the story that is not typical, even in the romance genre; with so many books on the market, their stories are very similar to yours; therefore, if you want your story to be published, you need to make a story unusual, such as adding a twist to excite your readers. You can still come back here if you have a new story."

 She did not speak, and she was stunned to leave that building because she had hoped that her new story would be accepted now, but she failed again, and she would return home disappointed with herself. What she feels right now is visible in her eyes—sadness. But she didn't go home right away. She went to the mall to comfort herself and not worry about what happened.

 Meanwhile, Lucas, the boy who lives in the magical house with Victor, is going to school. He acts like a human, but he does not show his powers, like floating in the air. He had to go to school, and he seemed to be looking for something.

 "Where is it? I'm late!" he said as he rummaged through the bookshelves, but he couldn’t find what he was searching for.

 He looked at his grandfather's desk, and his eyes traveled back and forth until he found what he was looking for. In a hurry, he grabbed the wrong book because he was already late for school. So he didn’t notice that the book he got was different from the one he used in school.

 Victor came out of his room and went to his desk, planning to write in the magical book again, but when he sat down and looked where he had placed it, he noticed another book and not the magical book.

 His eyes narrowed at the sight. "Wait a minute, where's the magical book? Why is there another book on my desk?" He checked the table as well as the drawers, but he really couldn’t find it.

 "Where did my magical book go? I just put it here, but why isn't it here, and why is there another book on my desk?" He wondered. He looked for it several times but could not find it, so he stopped and sat down again. "I'll ask Lucas if he sees it later." 

 Meanwhile, Alexa was happily watching the kids playing on the mall’s playground. She smiled at a child waving at her because it was cute and it looked like it was only two years old. She was having so much fun at the mall that she didn't realize that it was already night and it looked like it was going to rain, so she immediately took a taxi home before it rained.

 On the way home, Lucas thinks to go outside the church, even though the church door was closed at that time. He is used to going there because it is quiet outside the church at night.

 He sits in a chair outside the church, but as he begins to take the book out of his bag, suddenly someone calls out to the magical mirror that looks like a compact mirror.

 He accidentally dropped the book on the chair rather than inside the bag, and he didn't notice it. He opened the compact mirror, and Victor's face appeared. "Lucas, what time is it? You haven't come home yet."

 "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I'm at church." 

 "Go home. I'll ask you something."

 "All right, Grandpa," Victor said, then disappeared from the mirror, and only the reflection of Lucas' face could be seen. 

 When the rain began to fall, Lucas no longer noticed the book dropped on the chair, and the rain got heavier. He hurriedly walked away, but then the rain got heavier as he ran. 

 He's going to meet Alexa, who is also running, on a narrow street. That time seems to slow down as the two-run, their skins almost touching. 

 They had already passed each other, and Alexa was forced to stop outside the church because of the heavy rain.

 "Why suddenly the rain falls? Is it the rain comforting me at this moment?" she whispered, then wiped the parts of her body with a handkerchief.

 The rain still did not stop for a few minutes. She sat on the chair, but as she waited for the rain to stop, she noticed a book next to her. "A book?" She grabbed it and examined it.

 "It's nice, even if it's old." She opened the book, and she was surprised to find nothing written inside. "So why is nothing written?" she wondered.

 "Even though the book is old, why are the pages blank? But maybe I can still use it." She's unsure if she should get this book. It seems that the owner will not come back because it's late, so she decided to get it. 

 "I'm sorry to whoever owns it; if I do not take this, the church utility might just throw it away." She hugged it and looked up at the sky, glad that the rain had stopped and she could go home.

 Meanwhile, as soon as Lucas entered the house, he saw his grandfather searching through the bookshelves for something.

 He shouted, "I'm already here!"

 Her grandpa shifted his focus on him and suddenly stopped. "I'm glad you're here. I have a question for you."

 "What is it, Grandpa?"

 "Did you see the magical book? Maybe you played with it earlier?" Grandpa's eyes narrowed at him.

 "No, I didn't touch the book when I gave it to you."

Victor's brows almost came together. "But why did the book vanish from the table? I just put it on the side of my desk, and the strange thing is, there is another book on my table."

 "But, how?"

 Her grandpa walked over to the table. "This is the book." He grabbed the book, and then his grandfather turned to him.

 His eyes widened because of the book his grandfather was holding. "That's mine. I put it on the table, but I picked up another book there that I should not have taken. " 

 They stared at each other, and he realized that he had gotten the wrong book earlier. "Give the book back to me, Lucas."

 He opened his bag and searched for the book, but he didn't have a book to touch inside his bag, so he became worried.

 "What's the problem?" his grandpa asked, and his face turned pale. 

 "It looks like the book is missing," he whispered.

 "Wait a second, I can't hear your voice."

 He closed his eyes tightly. "It looks like the book is missing," he mumbled.

 Grandpa looked confused at him. "What! Are you saying that the book is missing? It cannot be lost because that book is not ordinary, Lucas!"

 "But the book is no longer in my bag."

 His grandpa lifted his head and tried not to get angry. "Of all the things you might lose, why the Book of Destiny? Don't you know that the people who are written about in the book might be messed up because of your carelessness?" He just bowed his head because he knew he was wrong, but while bowing his head, he remembered something dropping on the side of his church chair as he was talking to Grandpa Victor.

 "It seems that I already know where the book is."

 "Where?"

 "While sitting outside the church, I felt something fall on my side."

 "We'll have to go there before the book disappears forever."

 They went there and headed to the church, but when they arrived, there was no book in any of the chairs, including Lucas' chair, where he was sitting an hour ago. 

 Grandpa asked him, "Did you see?"

 He shook his head and showed his disappointment with the situation. "Grandpa, it seemed like the book had already truly gone."

 Grandpa Victor's frustration with him can be seen in his eyes. "You know that book is sacred, and I'm the only one who should be holding it, and do you know that two people will be delayed from meeting again because of what you did?"

 His eyes sparkled because tears started to fall in his eyes from what Grandpa said, "I'm so sorry, Grandpa, I didn't mean to."

 Grandpa sighed and focused his gaze on him. "In the meantime, let's go home and think about how to find the book," his grandpa suggested. He agreed and followed him.

 Meanwhile, Alexa got home and searched for Lexie as soon as she opened the door. 

 "Lexie, I'm here!" she said and searched inside the house, but Lexie was nowhere to be found, even in her room. 

 "She must have worked overtime once again."

 Before going to the kitchen and cooking her dinner, she put her things down, including the book she found on her bedroom table.

 She ate and waited an hour before going to sleep. She was lying down on the bed, but sleepiness did not come to her after a few minutes of lying down and closing her eyes. She opened her eyes and saw the book on the table. She got up, took a few steps forward, and examined it. 

 "Who owns this?" Then she flipped through the book's beautiful pages, and there was a feeling that she was excited to write in it. "But the question is, will the owner be able to come back to the church?" But eventually, she decided to write in the book because she felt it was necessary to do so.

 "What kind of story can I write here?" She was thinking of a story while playing with the pen in her hand while she gazed at the ceiling. "Right! A high school story like what happened to me back then, and I'll get a feel for what I had over there before," she said, smiling as she recalled her high school memories.

 Until they graduated, she liked one person. She used to secretly look at him, but she couldn't talk to him face-to-face or express her feelings. Also, another man teased her whenever she tried to talk to the person she liked, and until they graduated, she couldn't express her feelings for the one she loved. She just found out that person has already married now, maybe because they weren't the ones for each other back then. And the other man, who was constantly teasing her back then, never gave any news about where he is now.

 "My story was good then; I'll just change the scenes, characters' names, and behaviors, and I won't include other people I have met; this time, I'll make the heroine brave and true to herself, and she can say whatever she feels; and the male protagonist is handsome and rarely smiles and is quiet; I'll just include other characters based on what I want to include, and I'll just write some scenes based on my imagination, not only from in my own story." First, she wrote down her characters on a piece of paper.

 Daniella is the heroine who has the amazing freedom to say anything she wants to whoever the person is, even if they aren't aware of it. She's also a happy person.

 William, the male protagonist, has a quiet attitude and rarely smiles at other people. The one Daniella loves.

 Charice is Daniella's rival with William, and she is the reason why William does not keep his promises to her.

 Bree, Daniella's friend, is always willing to protect her from Charice when something bad is happening to her.

 As she reviewed the paper, she smiled. "I think my character is okay; I can start writing right now." She pinned the paper to the wall and held the pen to start her new story.

By the time Alexa's hand moved to write, that was the beginning of Daniella and William's story.

 Daniella's mother yelled, "Daniella! Get up! You're late for your class! It's morning, and the sun is rising. " Daniella doesn't seem to hear because she's still gaping and sounds asleep.

 "My goodness, it's the same scenario Daniella and I have every year," she said as she headed up to the old staircase to Daniella's room, where she saw her daughter still sound asleep. "Daniella, get up! It's the first day of school, and you're still sleeping until now you are in fourth-year high school, yet it's still hard to wake you up every morning. "

 I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mother, who was now frowning at me. "Your breakfast is ready, my highness." My mother joked.

 "Okay, I'll be there in a second," I said, but my mother didn't like that and squeezed my ear. "Oh, no! Mom, it hurts. I've just awakened. "

 "Stand there and eat before you leave. You've woken up for a long time like a child. You're not a rich person who has helpers who still need to be woken up in the morning! " While my mother was preaching, I got up and left the room because of the pain in my ear from her loud voice that I can hear every morning every time school starts.

 "Mom actually set an alarm clock with the use of her voice because it's too loud and says a lot, but in fairness, it worked." And I went to the kitchen, still smiling.

 My mother came downstairs and went to the kitchen where I was eating. "You know, I'm still talking to you upstairs. Why are you leaving?" She asked.

 "Because mom, it's still morning and you're creating so much noise."

 My mother's forehead furrowed. "You should get up faster to avoid being late in class; have you checked the time? You're going to be late for your class. "

 I looked at the clock on the wall, but when I realized the school gate would close in 30 minutes, I ate the hotdog and rice at the same time, not sure if I was just swallowing it. I hurried to go to my bedroom, took a quick shower, and groomed myself before leaving and saying goodbye to my mother.

 Our house is near the school, but if I do not start walking early, I will indeed be late, so I'm now walking and slightly running to get there on time.

 The guard is going to close the school gate. "Wait, Sir Tony!" I yelled, raising my hands.

 Sir Tony, the guard, heard me. "Nothing has changed, Daniella; you're still late; your class is about to start."

 "Thank you, Sir Tony." And I hurried to my classroom, and thankfully, their first teacher was not yet there.

 I sat on a chair next to Bree, my best friend. "Well, you're still awake," Bree said. 

 I looked at Bree. "I'm fairly sure I'm still alive today; can't you see me?"

 Bree breathed out a sigh. "Until now, you've been a philosopher; in fact, it's a good thing you woke up because you'll be absent right away in our first class."

 "I'm here, so don't worry. Thanks to my noisy mother. "

 Their teacher had already entered the room, so the two stopped. "Good morning, student! I just want to say that in this section you are the same classmates you were when you were still in third-year high school, but not this time because there is a person to add to this section." My classmates wondered and also me. My class section is the same student back in third year for almost four years, including this year. Nothing has changed.

 "What do you think, Daniella? Is our new classmate a transferee? " Bree asked.

 "I'm not sure. Let's take a look. "

 Outside the door, the teacher turned. "You can get inside." My world seemed to slow down or stop when I saw who it was a few minutes after it entered.

 "Introduce yourself," their teacher said.

 "Good morning, my name is William," it said simply.

 Once Bree noticed that I wasn't moving, she grabbed my arms and shook me. "Hey! "You look like a rock and a fool." 

 "Bree, tell me it's just a dream that he won't be our classmate," I please.

"Yes, it's just a dream because you're still asleep and haven't woken up yet." 

 I looked at her and narrowed my eyes. "You said I told you it was just a dream. I just followed, but Dan, do you have any idea why he moved here? He should be in section A, right, first and third year, but now he's in the last section. I'm confused. " 

 I nodded and turned my gaze to the front, but when I did it, I noticed that William was staring at me, and I seemed to have a stroke in my seat.

 When the teacher began speaking, William turned to look at the other students. "You may be wondering why William Franco is here because you all know he is probably one of the smartest students in your batch, but the truth is that there is a program, and one of you, William, can be a tutor, so here he is, and he will choose from the index card. Take out an index card and write your names, then pass the papers from the last row, going to the front, and give them to me. Is that clear?" 

The other student said, "Yes ma'am."

 They all wrote on an index card and submitted it to their teacher. "All right, William, pick up one index card and say aloud the name that is written on it for whoever you have chosen."

 While William is slowly moving his fingers over the index cards, I have been unable to explain how I feel right now.

 William pulls it out and the majority of the students stare at the paper; almost all of the female students wish that they could be chosen because, in addition to being smart, he is also very attractive, even if not smiling.

 "Daniella Sanchez," William said suddenly, and Daniella didn't seem to hear him immediately.

"Hey! You're the chosen one! " Bree said as she shook my shoulder and looked puzzled.

 "Where?" 

 Bree's eyebrows met for my answer. "You're crazy. William pulled your index card. He is your tutor now. Where does your mind go as William pulls out the index card?" I turned my gaze to the front, and their gazes met. I was still like a rock because I couldn't move and didn't even blink.

 "Are you okay?" asked Bree.

"Maybe the wind will catch you and you'll end up like that." 

 I realized what was happening, and I turned my gaze to William again, but he was no longer looking at me. "All right, class, go back to your seat and the class will begin. Mr. William will sit next to Miss Sanchez on the right. "

 My world seemed to stop when their teacher told us where William would sit, with only a five-step distance between my chair and his. As William sits and faces their teacher, I can't take my eyes off of William because I think it will be my best year in high school before I can graduate.

 I have a crush on William since our first year at SHS, and I always made a way for him to notice me, but the first and fourth years of high school passed and I still didn't have a sign if William had a crush on me too.

 Our other subjects passed by, and I was getting ready to go home, but William suddenly approached me while I was gathering my belongings.

 "After that, follow me," he said, as he began to walk. I was puzzled, but later I followed him.

 William was almost moved too far when he stopped in a chair near the basketball court inside the school. He turned to me and began to explain to the two of them the set up. "I just have a few rules for teaching you, so we don't have a problem."

 I gave a slow nod. "First and foremost, you must always be on time; I do not want you to be late. Second, if it is not about tutoring, do not talk to me. Is that clear? "

 "Yeah, sure," I replied.

 "Third, you should have understood at least half of what I taught you; in other words, you should concentrate on the lesson rather than on me."  While I kicked the ground and sighed. "Did you understand what I said?"

 I smiled at William when I raised my head. "I got it all," I reply.

 "Then I can go home." Although it felt like William still had something to say, he didn’t say anything and left immediately.

 I looked and followed him with my eyes as he walked until it faded from my sight. "He hasn't changed. He's still mean. " I smiled and that almost ripped my cheeks. "But this is probably the best year for me because I can be with him now, unlike before when I had to stalk to find out where he was in part of the school, and he didn't say anything that I should give up what I've been doing since the beginning, so I'll do what I want."

 Bree had been looking for me for a few minutes, so she was confused and shocked when she saw me with that look. "Dan, I've been looking for you a while ago, and why do you look like that?"

 I quickly faced Bree, who was shocked because I looked like I was not Daniella. "Can you tell me what happened to you?"

 "Nothing. "Let's go home," I said, and I continued to smile.

"Dan, went crazy for the first week of school! "This is unbelievable!," she said before she walked and followed Daniella to go home.

 Bree got home first because her house was closer to the school, while I had to walk another block to get home. It is not conventional for me to ride a tricycle to get home as long as I can walk, but it is not in a hurry, and it is also a waste of money if I ride the tricycle all of the time.

 Even though I was still in my first year of high school, I always felt as if someone was following me since I started walking, but every time I looked behind me, there were no people or even animals. I was scared at first, but now I'm used to it every school year, and it's possible that I was just imagining things, so I did not pay enough attention in the end.

 I was now standing in front of their house when I spotted my mother, who was already inside the cottage, having a coffee.

 I shouted, "Mom, I'm back!"

 My mother, Maria, frowned. "Why are you shouting as if you're coming from another country?"

 "Did you miss me?"

 "No! Get inside and change your clothes so you don't have to be silly here, "she said before sipping coffee.

I slowly started to walk inside their house. "Every time I said something like a joke, she had an answer for it." I shook my head while I searched for my clothes.

 I couldn't let my mother be sad since my father left them because God took it too soon, even if it was just a simple tease. She could not think that they were just the two of them, even though my mother was upset with me sometimes. But, even if it doesn't seem like it, I can now say that she is simply riding on my crazy doings.

 I sat down in front of my mini table when I had finished putting my things in the cabinet and took the small box from the drawer. "For almost a year, I've started to save money for this necklace, and now I've already bought it, but nothing seems to be happening in my effort to get him to notice me until now." I picked up the necklace until it was level with my face, with a pendant of the letter D inside the ring. "You are my last gift to him because I'm about to graduate next year and I don't know where he will go to college, so if I can't follow him anymore, I will give this to him and I hope he keeps it. I'm okay with that." I stared at the necklace for a while before putting it back in the drawer.

"Last chance, Daniella, if none of that works out, move on after graduation," I murmured to myself, smiling as I walked out of the room.