Chapter 2 2

Klarrie's POV

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves, but my excitement just keeps bubbling to the surface.

It's like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to take a leap into the unknown.

I'm nervous about what's to come, but at the same time, I can't wait to see what happens next.

Every nerve in my body is tingling with anticipation, and I feel like I'm about to burst with excitement.

It's a strange mix of emotions- thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once- but somehow, I know it's going to be worth it.

So I take another deep breath and plunge ahead, ready to face whatever lies ahead with all the courage and determination I can muster.

As a writer, the anticipation had been building up for months.

I had been eagerly waiting for this moment, to attend the most awaited event that would bring together writers from all over the country.

My excitement was palpable as I packed my bag with my favorite writing tools, my notebook, and pens.

The next day after tomorrow is going to be an exciting day for all the writers out there!

This upcoming event is approaching and the anticipation is electrifying.

You can feel the buzz in the air as writers from all over the country prepare to come together and share their passion for the written word.

As a writer and an avid fan of the craft, I consider myself fortunate to have experienced the fantastical excitement leading up to such an event.

There is nothing quite like the thrill of connecting with fellow writers who share my passion for storytelling.

As the day draws closer, these feelings of mine intensifies, yet I find myself grappling with unfamiliar emotions that I cannot quite label.

It's as if a switch has been flipped within me, and I am being pulled in a different direction.

Despite this, I take a deep breath, exhaling any negativity that may be weighing on me.

Returning to my original excitement and apprehension, I sigh softly with a small smile.

There's a sense of camaraderie that comes with being in a room full of like-minded individuals, and it's truly inspiring to see everyone coming together for this special occasion.

It's not just about the workshops and panels, or the chance to network and meet new people.

It's about the shared love for the craft, the common bond that unites us all as writers.

So let's gear up and get ready for an unforgettable experience and make some magical moments with the sparkling minds.

I stopped midway when I realized something.

"Damn, why did I forget to ask her that thing?!" I hissed.

I hurriedly looked for my phone and dialed her number. With just mere rings, she answered.

"Kley, hi Bubbles!" She squealed as if she had been waiting for my call.

I touched my forehead in frustration. "Mia," I called her seriously.

"What?" She said while still laughing.

My brows furrowed.

"Did you forget to tell me that you were coming too?" I asked hopefully.

"Huh? What do you mean I'm coming? To the event?" She asked curiously, but I doubted her sense.

"Berryyy!" I exclaimed. "Don't tell me I'm the only one going?!"

But Mia just laughed at my question.

"I'm not telling it to you then." she quipped teasingly.

I slammed my phone on the bed and flopped down on the couch, letting out a dramatic sigh before bouncing back up.

My phone blared again and I groaned in exasperation.

"What?" I grunted, lacking any pep.

"Kley, why are you sulking? It's not like you." she retorted, her tone equally irked.

I took a deep breath, attempting to suppress my bubbling emotions because they were all over the place.

"Then why would you abandon me to that shindig?!" I yelled furiously.

"Ha!" she cackled, and I reached my tipping point.

"Laugh one more time, Mia. Just one, and I'll hang up and skip the whole darn thing!" I fumed.

"You wouldn't dare." she said, the humor now defunct in her voice.

I swallowed the ball lodged in my throat. "No." I murmured.

Because I indeed won't skip that big event! Geez!

"Leaving me all alone like that is just cruel." I whined, trying to elicit some compassion from her.

She gave me a sympathetic sigh. "I have class, you know." she said.

"But you could skip it," I pleaded, feeling foolish.

Her sigh was heavy with exasperation. "Don't be so dramatic." She admonished.

"It's exam week, after all."

Her words only served to make me feel more abandoned and helpless.

"I hear what you're saying, but why didn't you mention it yesterday?" I questioned, feeling a little frustrated.

Despite my disappointment, I tried to hold onto my excitement for the upcoming event, even though I would be attending alone.

"Klarrie." she said, trying to get my attention.

"I'm trying to be positive." I replied, my voice sounding less than enthusiastic.

"Positive is good, but you need to be more than that." she said, her tone filled with encouragement.

"Be the Klarrie Clarity who shines like the sun and paints the world with rainbows. You can do it." Her words filled me with a sense of purpose and I felt my enthusiasm return.

"Ah, the reigning crown of rainbows and sunshine." she teased, causing me to laugh a little and jokingly roll my eyes.

"Okay, okay." I replied with a resigned sigh, realizing that I wasn't going to convince her to come with me.

But I couldn't fault her for being a good friend and not wanting to be a bad influence. I understood her perspective.

"Thanks." I said with a smile. "I'll make sure to enjoy myself genuinely, not just try. It's been my long-lost dream to meet new people, other writers across the country and make new connections." I said with satisfaction.

"That's the Spirit!" Mia exclaimed.

"And don't forget, sulking is not in Klarrie's nature. She is determined to achieve her goals and never gives up." Her words were encouraging and filled with optimism.

"Thank you so much, Mia," I replied gratefully. "I promise to share good news with you soon, especially about Joh--"

"Enough! That's it for now," Mia interrupted frustratedly as I brought some topic to spice up our convo.

Hence, Mia is Mia, Sooo... "Let's focus on the present and get to work. See you later, my dear Mi Chica!"

"Sounds like a plan," I responded cheerfully. "Goodbye, Mia. Take care!"

I sigh as I roamed my eyes inside my room.

I am feeling excited to meet the writers across the country, even though I will be attending the event alone.

Yep, maybe this what I felt earlier. Being alone in a crowded place.

The thought of getting to meet with so many talented writers and hear their stories is exhilarating at the same time I am scared.

I can feel the anticipation building up inside me as I think about the inspiring conversations we will have and the new insights into writing that I will gain from the experience, no to negativity! That's it.

Just what I said to Mia earlier.

I'll enjoy genuinely.

Even though I am a bit nervous about attending the event alone, my excitement overrides any apprehension I may have.

I can even picture myself walking into the conference hall, meeting new people, and being welcomed with open arms.

I know that I will make connections and friendships that will last a lifetime.

Rainbows and Sunshine.

Rainbows and Sunshine.

Rainbows and Sunshine.

I am not called and titled to be that kind of woman for just nothing.

So rooting for myself to shine! I got this!

I do, got this!

As I pack my bags and prepare for the trip, I am filled with a sense of adventure and possibility.

I can't wait to immerse myself in the world of writing and meet all of the amazing people who share my passion.

This is going to be an unforgettable experience, and I am ready to embrace it with open arms.