For Jessica Kuyper Stadler – I hope you like it.
So as they parted, their hands slipped apart and…
“Is this seriously your ending?” Allie’s tone did not seem impressed.
“It is a forbidden love story,” I began to explain, but her face was still questioning. “You know, star-crossed lovers, never really able to stay with each other because fate has torn them apart.”
She put the papers down and picked up her latte, taking a long sip. “You know this was an assignment on how females are represented in modern literature versus one hundred years ago.”
I took a deep breath. “Of course I know that.” I didn’t, really. I never paid much attention to the syllabus that the teachers handed out.
The only reason I was in college was because my parents said that I “needed an education” if I was going to succeed at all in life. I disagreed. My goal in life was to meet a wealthy doctor, or something, and write romance novels while sitting poolside with a butler.
Allie narrowed her eyes. “Then why did you write over ten thousand words of a cheesy romance story?”
“You think it is romantic?” I asked. Her exasperated sigh told me that was not the right thing to say.
She closed her laptop and slid it into her messenger bag, slung it over her shoulder, grabbed her coffee, said, “I need to find a different roommate,” and walked away.
I watched her go for a second and then gathered up the pages.
I was so excited! She thought it was romantic.
I hit the send button on the assignment.