Book of Fate

As soon as Lucas entered the house, he saw his grandfather searching through the bookshelves for something.

He shouted, ” I already here!”

Victor shifted its focus to him and came to a sudden stop.”I’m glad you’re here because I have a question for you.”

“What is it, Grandpa?”

“Did you see the magical book? Maybe you played with it earlier? “It made his eyes narrow at Lucas.

“No, I didn’t touch the book when I gave it to you.”

Victor’s brows came together. “But, why did the book vanish from the table? I just put it on the side of my desk, and the strange thing is, there is another book on my table. ”

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Victor walked over to the table. “This is the book.” He took the book and turned to Lucas.

Lucas’s eyes widened because this is his book.”That’s mine. I put it on the table, but I picked up another book there that I should not be taken. ”

The two stared at each other, and Lucas seemed to realize that he had gotten the wrong book earlier. “Give back the book to me, Lucas.”

He opened his bag and searched for the book, but he didn’t have a book to touch inside his bag, so he was worried.

“What’s the problem?” Victor’s question and Lucas’ face turn pale.

“It looks like the book is missing,” he whispered.

” Wait for a second, I do not even understand the tone of your voice. ”

Lucas pressed his eyes tightly closed. “It looks like the book is missing,” Lucas mumbled.

Victor looked confused.” What! Are you saying that the book is missing, it cannot be lost because that book is not ordinary, Lucas!”

“But, the book is no longer in my bag.”

Victor lifted his head and try to not get angry. “Of all the things you might lose, why the book of destiny? Don’t you know that the people who are written in the book might be messed up because of your carelessness!” Lucas bowed because he knew he was wrong, but as he bowed, he remembered something dropping on the side of his church chair as he was talking to Victor.

“It seems that I already know where the book is.”

“Where?”

“While sitting outside the church, I felt something fall on my side.”

“We’ll have to go there before the book is disappeared forever.”

They go there and headed to the church, but when they arrived, there was no book in any of the chairs, including Luca’s chair where he sitting an hour ago.

Victor asked Lucas, “Did you see?”

He shake off his head, Lucas showed his disappointment with the situation. “It seemed like the book has already truly gone, Grandpa!”

Victor’s frustration with Lucas can be seen in his eyes. “You know that book is sacred, and I’m the only one who should be holding, and do you know that two people will be delayed from meeting again because of what you did?”

Lucas’s eyes sparkled because his tears started to fall in his eyes for what Victor’s said, “I’m so sorry Grandpa, I didn’t mean to!”

Victor sighed and focused his gaze on Lucas. “For the time being, let’s go home and think about how to find the book,” Victor suggested, Lucas agreed and follow Victor.

Meanwhile, Alexa got home and searched Lexie as soon as she opened the door. “Lexie, I’m here!” she said as she search the house, but Lexie was nowhere to be found, even in her room.

“She must be have worked overtime once again.”

Before going to the kitchen and cooking her dinner, she put her things down, including the book she found on her bedroom table.

After she ate and wait an hour before going to bed, now she was lying down on the bed but sleepiness did not come to her after a few minutes of lying down and closing her eyes. She opens her eyes and sees the book on the table. She get up took a few steps forward and examined it.

“Who hence owns this?” she asked as she flipped through the book’s beautiful pages as if she was excited to write in it. “But the question is will be the owner able to come back to the church?” But eventually, she decide to write in the book because she felt it was necessary to do so.

“What kind of story can I write here?” she think of a story as she toying the ballpen in her hand while she gazed in the ceiling.” Right! High School story like what happened to me back then, and I’ll get a feeling of what I had over there before, “Alexa said, smiling as she remember her high school memories.

Until they graduated, Alexa liked one person. She used to secretly look at it, but she really can not talk to him face to face or express her feelings, and there was another man who teased her whenever she tried to talk to the person she liked, but until they graduated she can not say her feeling towards the one she loves. Alexa just found out that person has already married now maybe because they weren’t the ones for each other back then. And the another man who is constantly teasing her back then never heard a news for where he is now.

“My story was good then; I’ll just change the scenes, characters’ names, and behaviors, and I won’t include other people I have met; this time, I’ll make the heroine brave and true to herself, and she can say whatever she feels; and the male protagonist is handsome and rarely smiles and is quiet; I’ll just include other characters based on what I want to include; and I’ll just write some scenes based on my imagination, not only come from in my own story.”

She first wrote down her characters on a piece of paper.

Daniella is the heroine who has the amazing freedom to say anything she wants to whoever the person is, even if they aren’t aware of it. She’s also a happy person.

William, the male protagonist, has a quiet attitude and rarely smiles at other people. The one Daniella’s love.

Charice, Daniella’s rival to William, likes William as well, and she is the one why William does not always go to their place for tutoring.

Bree is Daniella’s friend, who is always willing to protect her from Charice when something bad is happening to her.

As she reviewed the paper, Alexa smiled. ” Maybe my character is okay; I can start writing right now,” she said as she pinned the paper to the wall and hold the pen to start her new story and that was the beginning of Daniella and William’s story by the time her hand moved to write.