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Newt folded his hand over his head while taking a deep breath. It’s been weeks since he had this awful writer’s block and he couldn’t get any motivation to finish his story. It was strange, there was nothing to worry about at the moment. His family was rich, he had lots of friends and he just got together with the most popular girl on school. Fine, maybe he wouldn’t pass this year in school, but he couldn’t care less. Newt wanted to be free. He wanted to be an artist who travels around the world and can do whatever he wants. He knew deep down his dream will never become true but he loved to escape into his own world.
Since he was a kid he was inspired to create an own universe and slip away from reality. He wrote stories about dragons, an apocalypse and warriors. Sometimes this was the only thing that made him happy in life. He was creative, passionate and wanted someone to understand and admire him for his writings.
He published his work on a blog, where he kept his identity anonymous. Newt was a smooth and caring person, who dreamed a lot and had a big heart, but he was nothing like this on the outside. In school he terrorized other students, smoked and drove his teachers insane. He didn’t care what his parents said, he wanted to hang out with his friends, even if he knew it was wrong.
Last year he finally managed to get into Minho’s clique. Minho was his best friend since then even if Minho often made fun of Newt. He always admired Minho and his attitude. He wanted to be as careless and cool as him, but was too scared to talk to him. But after Newt wrote daily Minhos homework for him, he got Minhos attention and he got invited to be in his clique. They often hang out at a old half burned down building, which Minho liked to call their »Temple«
Newt never dared to tell his friends about his passion. They wouldn’t understand it and probably just mock him. That’s why his stories were his little secret and he lived a double live. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t prefer to not hide and just be around friends who like him the way he was, but he couldn’t complain about his life. He’s got all he wanted, which was friends and being popular.
»Chapter one, Chapter three, Chapter four….« he mumbled and scrolled through his folder where he saved his recent story. »Holy shit! Chapter 20? I really wrote that much?« Newt smiled and nodded while giving himself a tap on his shoulder. But he realized the fact that he put so much effort into it and no one appreciated it, made him lose motivation again. »One day« he said to himself »People will understand.«
Disappointed and tired, he sunk into his bed. He starred at the empty wall in his room and closed his eyes. He was supposed to be happy, but there was something he missed and he didn’t know what. Love? No he just got a girlfriend, even though he just hangs out with her because she’s a popular cheerleader. The feelings will come later anyways.
Beside that, he was the only one in his clique who had a girlfriend. Minho was always around his friends but it seemed like he never cared about girls anyways. A few times girls tried to flirt with him but Minho always gave them a cold shoulder. Newt couldn’t understand his best friend sometimes.
They often argued, since they both got different opinions. But in one thing they were unbeatable. They both hated Thomas Lou-Morgan with a passion. Thomas was the best student of the school and the biggest nerd on earth. He thought he was better than anyone else just because he was the son of the principal, Mr. Morgan.
The three of them often got into fights. This morning Thomas was complaining when Minho and Newt smoked on the school ground.
The day before he was snitching them when they skipped class. Overall Newt has never felt that much hate for someone as for Thomas, he even beat him up once and got suspended for a week. He remembered how angry his parents were and he was grounded for a whole moth. What an overreaction!
A notification ripped Newt out of his thoughts. He opened his laptop and saw a new comment under his story. Newt gasped for air and his eyes widened. That was the first comment he’s ever got.
UNKNOWN
Nice work! I just read all chapters and I’m impressed by your creativity and skills. You are talented, keep doing! :-)
Newt smiled and even laughed a little bit. That was the first time someone told him that.
It was almost like a dream. He wanted to thank this user and tell him how much it meant to him. He clicked on their profile. Nothing was published or posted from their account yet. Newt clicked on the message button.
xNwtonn
Hey! I just wanted to let you know how much your comment under my story meant to me. You are the first one who likes my writings and you motivate me to keep doing. Thank you so much :)
UNKNOWN is typing…
UNKNOWN
WHAAAAT????? NO WAY! Your work is the best I’ve read so far! More people need to see this ;-)
Newt felt how is cheeks warmed up and his heart beat faster. He suddenly felt like someone was playing with him. There was no way someone would be serious about this.
xNwtonn
Are you serious? Don’t wanna sound rude but…I think you are fooling around.
UNKNOWN
Why should I do that? Are you that insecure? That’s a pity because you have no right to be. You’re a fantastic writer and a lovely person…
xNwtonn
That’s really nice…But you don’t know me I’m anything but lovely, trust me!
UNKNOWN
Oh you think I’m just someone who enjoys your work? Someone sitting on the other side of the world and clicking on someones random account? What makes you think I don’t know you in person, Newton Heathers?
Newt felt his heart beating up to his throat. He had mixed feelings about this. On one side he wanted to block this user on the other side he wanted to know who he was.
With shaking hands he typed:
xNwtonn
Who are you???? You are creeping me out, please reveal yourself.
UNKNOWN
Me? I’m just a fan of you, who admires your work and maybe likes you in real life too! But don’t panic, I respect your work I’m not in love with you or anything! :-D
xNwtonn
But no one knows about my blog here…This is impossible if you respect me you should stop creeping me out…I promise I won’t be mad at you…
UNKNOWN
Of course. You wouldn’t have any reasons to be mad. I’m not stalking you or terrorizing you…I just wanted to let you know I love your work. But if that makes you uncomfortable since I know who you are, I’ll stop then. I’ll do whatever makes you happy.
xNwtonn
I just wanna know HOW you found my blog??? Are you the only one or does anyone else knows??? Are you from my school????
UNKNOWN
So many questions! :-O I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable, that wasn’t my intention…I promise I told no one else. You may have never noticed but I don’t only admire your work I admire you as a person. Everyday I stare at you and I wonder if you know how amazing and lovely you are. I wonder if you know that someone lies awake all night thinking about your smile. Don’t you dare to question yourself. You may make someones life a little bit better by just existing. Maybe me? But maybe not? Doesn’t matter. I admire you a lot, I thought you deserved to know that. But you will never know who I am.
Goodbye Newton!
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