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The secret to a well-balanced life is a cup of tea in one hand and a good book in the other.
Many would most likely disagree - especially all of those stupid-minded-drained coffee drinkers. Everyone knows that tea cools and relaxes the body and mind while coffee stunts growth and destroys brain cells. Tea is like a hug in a cup. Coffee is a strain of overworked, overbearing, and insensitive people. So coffee drinkers are drinking people that have bad manners. And then that makes them have bad manners. And it goes around and around until someone like me, a tea drinker comes in and saves their lives with a sip of tea. See? We are the real superheroes of the twenty-first century. They are slaves and villains of their own making.
And now my brain hurts from all the hateful expressions I had to use to describe the terrifying creatures of coffee. As I laugh at myself for my amusing jokes I take another sip of tea. It slides down my tongue and into my throat. It blossoms into a warm feeling of honey and sugar. The herbs that made the tea give it a small kick. It sends waves of glory knocking into my brain. It relaxes all the worries that I have now caused myself with thinking of the slackers who drink coffee. I do really need to think of another name for them.
This is my second cup of tea in a span of an hour. The TeaBar Cafe was my place- besides the rest of the tea and coffee drinkers that sparsely dropped in. I was a regular customer at the TeaBar. Sadly not only tea drinkers were allowed here but the weirdos that spike their own coffee. I shake my head.
The soft tunes of cellos vibrate through the small speakers that dot the cafe. I let my head sway and bounce with each stroke of the bow across the cello. It really is such a beautiful sound. I gather my heavy book in one hand and take a sip of tea from the other. As I sit there reading about cringy Hallmark romances I hear the small chime of the door opening. I look up expecting to see a kid with glasses or an adult with a briefcase. Or maybe even a published author coming in and trying to focus. I am disappointed by the loud chatter of high school boys. They have now disturbed my beautiful silence of not really silence.
I roll my eyes. The group continues walking in and sits at the bar in the back of the room. Their loud clattering as they make it back to the bar annoys the crap out of me. I swear I hear a loud rumble, much like a growl come from my mouth as I watched them waddle back to the bar. One of them bumps into most of the tables and chairs making such a ruckus. I smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth in disapproval. How could someone run into every little thing?
As he turns around I read the back of his jacket: "Southwood High Basketball Team". And that's when I scoff. Really? The big doofus even goes to my school. I think I'm having too much fun judging this idiot. Then he turned around and I clamped my mouth shut.
Asher Farris, the all-star basketball captain. If there were two things in the entire world I had no idea what to do it would be boys and basketball. They have never mixed well with me. Boys? Never had a boyfriend. Basketball? One traumatic gym class was enough.
this is all i have so far. let me know what you think! and if there is anything i should add or change :)
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ha!
hopefully ill add some more on later today but that is just the first chapter :)
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I loved the first two paras especially. it's really good!
Coco wrote: "next part?"wondering...
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