Sweet Love (The Sweet Love Saga #1) Read Free

was cute, but I had to find someone else.
    Once I got done in the shower, I got dressed, and headed to the breakfast table. I was so not ready for school.
    “Ready for the first day of school?” Kelly asked.
    “No.”
    “Why?” she asked.
    “I hate that school.”
    “Why?”
    What was this, twenty questions?
    “Is it because Greg is there?” She asked.
    “Sure.”
    “Someone’s in a bad mood.” God, this girl won’t shut up!
    “I’m just tired. I don’t want to talk.”
    “OK.” She replied and continued her breakfast.
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    Kelly had gotten a pass last semester, so she could drive to school, I decided I was going to ride with her; she is such a good driver!
    We arrived at school, and we entered the gym. A lot of people were there, and a lot were missing. As soon as we entered, the kids on our bus walked in. I hate all of them; there was only one kid that I don’t hate.
    Larry…

 
    “hey there.” I heard a voice say.
    I snapped back into reality. Holy crap! I was OUT of it…but I did feel a little more creative.
    I looked up to who talkie dot me, and it was Walter.
    “Hey there.” I said and started to write. “I’m a little busy.”
    “Writing the story that you might not finish?”
    Well, that was rude!
    But it’s the truth…
    “You’re wrong. I will finish it. If you leave me alone.” I said and got back to work. I am a fast at typing, so I think I could finish it soon.
    I got a 109% in Keyboarding…
    He sat down in the seat across from me, and said, “When is it due?”
    I looked at the time, and it made my heart jump.
    Fifteen minuits!
    SHIT!
    And I’m only at 8,052 words now!
    “it’s due in fifteen minuets, so I REALLY need to get to work.” I said and continued to write.
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    “Miss Tiffamy, please tell me why your word count is only nine thousand, and not nine thousand and fine hundred.” My professor asked.
    “I’m sorry, it’s just that—”
    “No excuses! Next time that you don’t have your word count correct, I am going to fail you on this assignment.” He said and tossed the printed out piece of paper at me. “You are dismissed.”
    My teacher is awaze like that. He is such a bitch, and I don’t think her has a soul at all.
    Nah, he doesn’t…
    “And another thing. This is some of the worst writing I have ever read. I would find a different writing style.” He said.
    WHAT?!
    What an ass hole!
    “Yes sir.” I sand and walked out. I am trying my hardest to get an A on this assignment, but two things are blocking my way.
    One: I’m not that into love
    Two: I’m not that creative.
    I could get some help from Walter…maybe…

 
    Chapter 5
     
    “OK, so what do you need help with?” Walter asked as he walked up to my desk.
    “Well, I need help writing this story.” I said. “I’m not a creative person.”
    “Well, the only thing that I can do is I could give you ideas. If I write a chapter for you, I would be considered a co-author, or a ghostwriter, and then I demand you would pay me.”
    What?
    ONLY IDEAS?!
    “Fine.” I said and got up. “Can you read through and give suggestions?” I asked.
    “Sure.” He said and sat down.
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    It was a little while after he got done reading, and he got up and looked at me.
    “I think your story is very interesting so far.” He said. “I think your writing style is EXCELENT, but one thing I would suggest is that the main character meets up with the kid she hates – whatever his name is – and she should get back together with him.”
    Oh come on…
    “The plot is for the main character to hate him.”
    “Then how about a back story about that character?”
    I can’t do this. That would mean I would have to restart the whole book, and possibly fail the class because of the word count.
    Well, I think I’m goanna fail it anyway because the professor hates me…
    “How about this. I will write you the back story, on ONE condition.”
    That had me nerves.
    “What is it?”
    “I will teach you how to