Prologue

Authors note: If you want to read it then you are more than welcome, as it will just provide a gist about the main character and her inner thoughts mainly. And if you all don't want to read it, then its fine, it won't affect your story anyway!

So choice is yours. Thank you!

Wind-shell was moving slowly and steadily in the summer air producing a melodious sound.

Spotify was on, playing one of my fav Luke Combs- Forever after all song. I was laid on my bed, sunlight made its way through my room, and somehow on me!

I took a deep summer breath, and closed my eyes, moving my body along with song and its rhythm, "When the new wears off, and they get to getting' old…Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll.." a smile formed up on face while singing this, well it always does, when you sing one of your fav! Sighs.

I just wish, if my life would be something exploding, new, beautiful like my name says

I asked my mother one spring day, why did she kept my name this, like why did she have to choose this name, out of every other name! and she walked towards me with a smile, and she told me, "Cuz, when you were born, I couldn't stop smiling, I always wished for a girl like you. You, know, you were so small and fragile, and I had wrapped you in my arms, you had the most beautiful smile in the whole word, and your big bright eyes had a ray of hope, of happiness in it. Your chubby cheeks, and rosy lips! You were as beautiful as a new star!" and now, she runs behind me screaming my name all over the house!

Sometimes I laugh on this, like who thought that cute princess would turn into a pain in the ass!

I got up, and paused another song which was now been played on it! And put my phone inside my pocket. I took the keys from my drawer and went downstairs, to take a ride.

My bicycle, let's go!

I was riding it, while my shirt was, sticking to my body, as the air was hitting my whole body, my hair was swinging with air.

New York, always felt as home. This hustle bustle city, is nothing without its crowd! The rain, its like god's blessing falling from sky on us! And every season has its own specialty, making New York look more fantasizing than ever. I don't need to play any song while riding, know why? Cuz I m already occupied with my thoughts!

I stop. And parked it nearby.

Started walking in that meadow field. One of my fav spot!

The smell of the meadow is like white's musk, sweet and delightful. I feel more like home here than in my home.

This time is my last year in high school. And I cant wait for it to end already, know why? There is nothing interesting as it seems. I am not a girl as shown in Hollywood's, I am a party pooper, a loner, a- psycho, and a pain in the ass!

I wish, if my life would be something fun, like going out with bunch of friends, getting invitations for parties, and of course getting an entry in that stupid cheerleader group! I hate em, but guess what, they get a load of fame in schools, and they are an eye candy of the school so yeah…and oh, how can I forget adding, I want to sip my first alcohol too, sounds stupid, but still duh! And kissing up the most handsome guy of our school, who tends to be my crush and next door neighbour! Vaughn Shirley.

I got disturbed as my phone buzzed in my ass-pocket. I took it out from there, Kate was calling. "Hey girl, where are you!?"

"What's up K?"

"Come to my house pal, now!"

"Oh, is this about that cookie making and that a ugh novel rea-

"It's Sunday N, how can you even forget this!" she sounded piss on the other side of call.

"K, I can not forget about this, I am on my way already, just 2 min from your house, bruh…"

"Sorry, for bursting on you like that…I thought you forgot!"

"I can not, it's our Sunday ritual man!"

She giggled on the other side. Well, I lied. I seriously forgot about that.

"So, on my way K, buh-bye."

I hanged the call, and stick it back inside my ass pocket. Kate is very sweet, and my only best friend. I don't want to lose her. we had this Sunday's thing at her home, where we bake cookies, well that's the best part of this day. And read novel, or K reads it and I listen or the vice-versa, but honestly, I don't like it. Novel bores me, I don't want to sound mean or rude, but that's true! I prefer movie… but I don't want to hurt K's feeling. I am raised by a strict mother, and father, who is seriously against of breaking someone's heart! Whether it be tiniest thing in this whole planet. So here I am obeying to the rules around which I was raised.

I started peddling and let the lane led its shortest way to K's house!