“It’s Corinne.” She introduced herself to me. “You see…” Her eyes averted away from mine while shuffling her feet. “I kinda like writing my own stories whenever I’m not at school or reading all these books.” She showed me some of these books that she was borrowing from the library.
“You write? That’s great. What have you written so far?”
“Well, I’ve done some short stories, poems, and microfiction, but I’m trying to write a full-length novel before I graduate high school.” Corinne meekly spoke about her goal. “I don’t know if I could pull it off though.”
“I’m sure you can.” I encouraged her. “It would be great if you get your stuff published.”
“Really? You sure?” She asked. Corinne then got out her phone. “Would you like to keep in touch?”
“Umm…Sure.” We exchanged numbers that day and we both went our separate ways.
That’s strange. I never expected to make a friend over there.
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