Alex Kohl is my name. Today was a blustery October day. The sun was out, everyone was happy, except me. This was because of my least favorite teacher, Mrs. Hays. She had assigned a twelve page report over the weekend! In my eyes this was outrageous, even though I am the best writer in the whole district. As the bell rang I awoke from my thoughts and started to walk to my next class. I stepped out of my shady spot in the old courtyard of my old school, and I was confronted by my best friend, Dexter. He wore thick Army issue glasses and it seemed that he never brushed his hair. "Can you believe that old bat!" he said in my face.

"What did she do to you?" I asked, not expecting such a loud answer as I got.

"What do you think? She made me read a whole book called War and Peace over the holiday!" he said, attracting the attention of a few girls nearby.

"Well, at least it's a good book." I said optimistically.

"For you it's good, you don't have anything to do at your cousins, but write that story." He said, reminding me of my plans. I had gotten a letter from my favorite cousins in New York State. They had invited me over for the weekend. There was going to be a big traditional fair in the town. I would not have usually gone, but ever since my parents died a year ago I was pretty lonely in my big house. It was at least going to give me time to concentrate on my paper.

"So, did you know that War and Peace has more than a thousand pages?" I said to make conversation. Dexter did not respond, as he was to busy cursing Mrs. Hays under his breath.

The next day I took a taxi to the airport, and boarded Flight 222 bound for New York. The plane I had managed to get was small and most of it had two seats to a row with only two rows. I took my seat and pulled out my white leather-bound journal. It was here that I wrote all of my personal stories. It was pretty empty since I hadn't written in it since my parent's death.

I had just started to write a little bit about a boy with a dog when a pretty girl walked into the section of the plane. I don't know what caught my eye about her but she sure did catch it good. She sat her bags down and took a look at her ticket. She then sat down next too me.

"Hello, I'm Emma" she said in a soft, sweet voice. Her features were smooth and it looked like her face had been carved by the great Pygmalion himself. I looked back at my paper and started to write when she started to speak again.

"You're a writer?" she asked

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