Facts about the book:
About the book -the book is science-fiction – this is the third chapter-
- the first chapter introduces two main characters – the protagonist and his friend – the friend is a gorgeous girl who seems to have finally developed feelings for the protagonist – she is very significant to the tale
-the second chapter introduces a minor character – the best friend of the protagonist – he is honestly significant to the tale
thr third chapter intoduces the last main character – a woman in her mid-twenties – she is very significant to the tale
- a prologue will be added
About the protagonist:
- he over-analyzes any situation – for instance, from the first chapter I make a situation on whether the main character shoud smile to a gril or not
- he is seventeen years ancient in high school – the reader discovers this fact in the second chapter
- he is sexually attracted to the girl “friend” but he does not have any emotional sentiments toward her – second chapter
I have written three full length chapters – the fourth chapter starts the science -fiction sequence of the tale – I am too excited about my book that I stopped being hesitant whether I shoukd distribte my work on the internet (small sense of paranoia – someone might steal my book)
I intentionally make the description of the actual sunrise “choppy” (as others may call it) in order to bring the reader to into a quick-paced state of euphoria.
What did he mean by prepare myself? Was something so horrifying or so eventful foreshadowed in his nerve-wrecked mind? The teenage years of life may be dramatic, suspenseful, delightful, insightful, sorrowful, and even complete madness; though, I believe I am able to handle for what I am to prepare for. The preparations do not need to be set. Although Naila is known for her unusual sense of fun and entertainment, her antics would not go as far as ruining the relationship we have. Our friendship is not as pure and cornelian as one would see in the cartoon tales broadcasted through television. The fantasy of a perfect friendship would be, in my opinion, dull. The eccentricities and peculiarities of the entity are gorgeous, woven to become precious silk as the years pass by. Our amity, our peace, is strong enough to reject the outside troubles of the world.
As the refutation of a common world provided us with further developments in our relationship, a diverse world had completely pulled us apart. This was the beginning. This was the end. This part was the complete madness of my teenage years.
For countless summers I would wake up at three-thirty a.m. every Sunday. The Sunday mornings were the mothers of a pure sunrise; the greatest and most gorgeous of all other daybreaks.
Today was yet another Sunday. My alarm clock scratched at my eardrums, begging me to place it out of its misery. Of course, I was compelled to fulfill its request and I switched off the alarm with the touch of a finger. My eyes, now used to the morning air and the blackness of a grand night, stared along the east of the horizon. I sat on the same concrete bench located at the far left-side of the city park. The weather was perfect for watching a sunrise. A warm air stood still. The breeze waited for the first light. It was four a.m. – the time of eternal flutter.
The sign for the birth of a sunrise emanated from the upper limb of sun on the skyline. The green flash, a phenomenon I have witnessed only twice before, shot a ray into the heavens. It was exquisite beauty at its best. Today is a special day, I thought. The green flash allowed me to delight in its existence for only but a few seconds – I was satisfied with its generosity.
As the green flash disappeared into the horizon, the sun started to rise. Light swallowed me as the sun continued to climb. Enhanced colors of red and orange erased the blackness of dawn. Stars were no longer visible above the sun. My nagging worries started to fade with the stillness of night. Goosebumps crept up my arms, sending shivers down my spine. I was experiencing enlightenment. A sharp tingling brought itself from my feet to the nerve endings on my head. I was experiencing clarity. The wind suddenly saw that it was time to go forward. A gush of wind found the right side of my face. Wake up, it said. I was experiencing lucidity. I understood the meaning of my life for approximately a second. The second forced me to know that today was special. That making a presumption that a day is special does not mean it is. Today is special, I repeated.
“Gorgeous isn’t it?” a voice broke my wondrous pondering.
I whipped my head to face the source of the sound. Sitting on the right side of the bench was a woman; a woman whose face competed with the loveliness of the sky ahead. When was she there? How did she get to sit herself on the bench without me noticing? Was I really too mesmerized by the sunrise that I couldn’t sense her presence?
The woman had small orange hair. It glist

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