Another bloggy blog!

Yay for consistency!

Not much to say about today except for the fact that I woke up at around five in the morning to throw up the remains of my dinner from the night before, and to sit there and cry at the pains situated at my stomach (or womb, if you're gonna get technical).

On a lighter note, I was able to sleep fairly well despite my cramps, and I believe if it had not been for them, I would have had a normal night's sleep. So I guess I'm over Paranormal Activity already, which has been unusually quick.

So far today I've:

- Cancelled my plans.

- Ate some plain toast.

- Watched V for Vendetta again, and tried very hard not to fangirl every time V appears/speaks/breathes/does anything, since my brother was in my company.

Because of all my other blog posts, I'm finding it very difficult not to talk about my life in bullet point lists, but I'll fight to urge.

Anyway, I feel I should release an excerpt of my story, and at least talk about the characters, although anything I have established is subject to change. As John Green said, you can only write a good book on revision, and revision, and that usually 90% of the first draft is deleted in the process of writing. Still, I like what I have so far.

Okay, here we go:

Her mother’s hand slipped into hers as they got out of the taxi and into the crisply cold air. Heathrow was alight and inside there were people inside bustling around despite it being the wee hours of the morning. Erin rubbed her eyes and smiled at her.

The taxi driver cleared his throat behind them, their luggage at his feet.

Erin watched as her mother turned away from her, thanked him, shaking his hand, her face glowing with a smile. The man bashfully scratched his head, and offered to help with putting them in a trolley.

Unsure, she turned to Erin for support. Erin shrugged in return, and so his offer was accepted.

Erin clenched and unclenched her hand as her mother gently let go of it, then stuffed in her coat pocket to keep it warm.

Usually, she would have assured the man that they could manage, would politely dismiss him and then began to juggle the luggage awkwardly with her mother.

But not today.

Today was different.

Basically, we have our main character, Erin.

Because she's British, she's relatively pale, and has dark brown and slightly curly or wavy hair; it depends on the brush she uses in the morning, or if she uses one at all. It's not too short or too long; she likes to keep it at a practical length. It just reaches her shoulders, because she usually has it up in a ponytail to keep it out of the way. She has a full block fringe, and thick black eyelashes.

Average height, weight, and gets by in school well, but is more interested in music. Has played guitar since she was eleven years old, and a pink one at that; it has butterflies all over it, and she write snippets of her favourites songs onto it. Her all time favourite by the way, is Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer. She sings too; her voice a mix between Avril Lavigne and the girl from Hey Monday.

She has a boyfriend, Jacob, and is in a band with him. Or was, until she went to Australia in the summer.

Basically, what happened is her parents were arguing all the time and they decided to take a break from each other*, and so her mother is going to Australia to visit and stay with her best friend, who is also Erin's godmother, for an unknown amount of time.

Erin, who has always received endless amount of support from her mother and has a strong bond with her, decides to accompany her; it'll give her time to think about the future and help her forget about Jacob and their break up. They were childhood sweethearts, and it was kind of weird to imagine not going out with him.

She is 17 and was about to start anew with her going to Uni anyway; another reason for her to go to Australia with her mother.

Oh! And she has a half sister; the daughter from her father's first wife.

I also like the relationship that Erin's parents have. I based the mother on myself, so she has lots of my traits, but she is also more focused on schoolwork and it much more secluded, keeping to herself most of the time.

Her parents met when they were fifteen, but they barely talked at the time. To him, she was just that quiet girl in his Maths class who could do Pythagoras. She was nice, but she certainly didn't talk much. It wasn't 'til that day when he was kept behind to talk to his English teacher after class that he saw her differently.

There she sat at the bus stop, reading a book, as usual, wearing a beige coat, a red scarf around her neck and matching red gloves. He walked over to her, confused.

As he walked, she noticed him too. She looked up and smiled at him, and it was then he realised she was pretty. She explains that because she takes a public bus home, it doesn't always come closely after three, and usually comes at half past.

Anyway, he stays behind a little everyday from then on just to sit at the bus stop and talk to her. She was interesting to talk to and he liked knowing a little bit more of what went on inside that quiet girl's head.

Eventually, one day, the last day before the end of the term, he kisses her. The bus arrives as he does and she jumps, startled, and gets on it. He watched as she sits down inside, flustered, tucking her hair behind her ear furiously. She looks out the window and meets his gaze, but sharply looks back down, opening her book and blocking out the world.

When he returns, he discovers that she has moved, to Australia. He finally understands why she looked so sad in that split second that she was looking straight into his eyes.

They meet again, a few years later, when is studying Journalism at the local University, and he is out with one of his friends. She is outside the coffee shop, on the phone.

He, alarmed, stands up at the sight of her, scaring his friend. He explains who she is; she used to go to secondary school with him, she used to be in his Maths class, and when he was fifteen she became his first love.

He goes outside, and they talk and arrange to see each other later that day.

They go on the date, and at the end of the night, end up sleeping together. It's a blissful oblivion; he can never remember when he was ever close to being this happy.

It's then that his ex decides to call him, announcing she is pregnant.

He leaves in the morning before she wakes up, leaving a note apologising.

When she calls him later that day, her voice trembling because she is in tears, he is hesitant, but tells her the truth: his ex-girlfriend is pregnant and he is going to marry her. She hangs up.

It's years later when they meet again, him in his late 20's, and he's taking his daughter, Georgia to school when he sees her. She's there, at that very bus stop, that very same bus stop from all those years ago, and she's reading, just as she would have been doing back then.

He approaches her slowly, she sees his shoes, but doesn't want to look up. He witnesses her jaw tighten and her hand twitch. He greets her; she says nothing. He says her name again, tenderly this time; she blinks. He calls her again, and she whips her head round, snapping, "What?!" at him.

He kisses her.

Long story short, he is divorcing his wife, and they start dating. On their seven month anniversary, she, her eyes swimming with tears, but this time she's smiling, tells him the good news; she's pregnant.

Then, little Erin is born, and he got full custody of Georgia; him and Erin's mother eventually marry.

And that's all I'm want to give away for now. I really like all my characters and like the stories they have, particularly Erin's parent's --who, yes, at the moment have no names--, because it's so super sweet.

I'll get into Erin and her love interest's story very soon.

All my love, Merani.

*Not sure if they are divorcing, or just separating at this moment in time. Bare with me.