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Writer’s Block
Kluivert Galea
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-11-29
Writer’s Block About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Introduction Nowhere Man Chapter 1 I’m a Loser Chapter 2 Eleanor Rigby Chapter 2a I Saw Her Standing There Chapter 3 Got to Get You into My Life Chapter 4 Come Together Chapter 4a Carry That Weight Chapter 5 Girl Chapter 6 Something Chapter 6a Think for Yourself Chapter 7 I’m Happy Just to Dance with You Chapter 8 You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away Chapter 9 Yesterday Chapter 10 In My Life
About The Author
I don’t really know where to start but anywhere’s good. Firstly, I’m too shy to show my face to any (and I hope that there will be) readers.
Secondly, I’m from Malta: a beautiful little sunny island in the middle of the Mediterranean.
And lastly, I’m just a run-of-the-mill geek who enjoys Manga, videogames, old records, Anime, you know, the usual, so that’s it, nothing special and if you’ve made it all the way here, thanks for getting this book. It means a lot to me.
Dedication
I’ll be honest, this book isn’t dedicated to anyone. I wrote it for myself and wanted others to enjoy it, so I guess it’s for anyone who does.
Copyright Information ©
Kluivert Galea (2019)
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ISBN 9781528940320 (Paperback)
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First Published (2019)
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Acknowledgement
Firstly, my mother, Caroline, who pushed me to actually finish a project for once in my life and that’s why this book even exists. So thanks, Mum, your speeches were convincing enough to make me not want to quit. Love you.
My friend, Ryan, who read the book during various stages and never shied away from telling me how absolutely awful some chapters were.
My other two friends, Eliezer and Gianluca, who didn’t call me a wuss (too much) for writing a romantic story.
And last but not least, every single one of my school friends who always showed enthusiasm for the finishing of this book.
I’m not really great with words, so just thanks, guys.
(Also, all of my friends’ pets for just being cute. You’d be surprised how much a cute picture of a cat or dog can get you going to write.)

“A writer can only write about what he’s familiar with, for me that familiarity was the feeling of simultaneous hope and sadness. So that’s how the story came about. While writing it, my main thought was when you see your ex on social media with someone new and you recognise the furniture in the background and you wonder if it’s aimed at you or if she’s as happy with him as she once was with you.” What I’d say in a theoretical interview with Ellen DeGeneres (even though I don’t watch the show). Sue me (don’t actually sue, I don’t know how lawyers and courts work, except in regards to Phoenix Wright).
Also, all events and characters in this work are fictional, yada, yada, yada (seriously, don’t sue me).
Introduction

Nowhere Man
He always thought his life was boring, everything about it just seemed so mundane. Whenever he compared himself to others, even the sound of his name sounded dull; ‘Kraig’. Even though he found his life boring, he tried his best so that he wouldn’t be. But nothing he picked up ever stuck, save for one thing, which he would also drop after an unfortunate incident. He tried playing guitar, football, drawing, all too frequent; beginnings that never really led anywhere. And so this was a repeating process, he would always pick up a project but he never seemed to commit himself to anything.
It was ten o’clock on a Saturday night. Kraig was standing at his desk. He swallowed his meds and turned on his N.E.S, even though they didn’t work. Immediately, the pills gave him some level of reassurance that he’d feel okay the next day. School was about to start again in two days so he intended to make the most out of that night.
So he did that, by doing what he enjoyed most, he played video games. He played for five hours, first starting with ‘Pac-Man’ on the N.E.S, then jumping five generations forward again, to play ‘Borderlands 2’ (his favourite shooter). As time ticked away, he couldn’t fight off the drowsiness coming from the pills and he fell asleep in his reclined chair and dreamt of an event which hadn’t quite been forgotten.
Kraig was a dreamer, but he was also a cynic and a pessimist, that’s a bit of a contradiction, but that was just the way he was. He always fought with the dualities within his own thoughts. He dreamt of better things and of how things could change for the better, but a part of him always told him that that would never happen.
This is a story of how things ended well for him; a simple, happy one.
Chapter 1

I’m a Loser
Kraig’s phone rang at six sharp. He sprang out of bed, still half-asleep. He made his bed, got dressed and went downstairs into the kitchen, all the while still groggy. His mother was waiting, she had prepared breakfast. He could have slept for another half hour and still be on time, but he didn’t want to be late, especially on the first day. It also didn’t help that he had an almost pathological fear of being so.
“Are you excited for your first day?” she said, while serving sausages on his plate, the smell filled the room and it was hunger-inducing.
“Mum, it’s sixth form, not the first day of pre-school,” he said while laughing.
“Sixth form and yet my son still can’t prepare his own breakfast,” she told him, slightly chuckling from her own joke.
Kraig finished his breakfast quickly, kissed his mother on the cheek and left the house with everything he needed in his messenger bag by his side. His mother’s name was Catherine. She was still quite young, being just 40; she had him when she was just 24. While growing in age, Catherine still remained young at heart, she was his best friend and the only person he trusted, she meant everything to him. Kraig had given up on people. He believed that all of them, in one way or another, were assholes. He had given up on everyone, except for his mother.
Kraig caught the 07:00 AM bus, he hopped on with his hood on and headphones on his ears. He took a seat at the back of the almost-full bus; the less he was noticed, the better. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened up the front camera, his glasses seemed fine, his short, black hair seemed in order, nothing really stood out in a wrong way so that eased his anxiety for a little while. Kraig spent the whole bus ride thinking, or rather, he was daydreaming.
He dreamt of the perfect scenario, a version of his life that played out perfectly from beginning to end without a single thing going amiss; a version of his, where he was always happy and never met any sort of challenge, but he knew that that was never how things quite played out. Being only sixteen, he couldn’t help but think of the future. But he realised he couldn’t control destiny and so he lived by his own philosophy, ‘life is like a train ride; if it derails as I’m looking out the window appreciating the view, so be it. At least I would have been happy looking at the trees while I crashed’.
His daydreaming was cut short, as he heard the sudden movements of the various other students as he was looking down, so he wouldn’t be seen (even though this made him carsick), he had arrived at his destination. He got off the bus and took a quick gander both ways, before sinking his head back towards the earth and crossing the street and walking towards the gate with the flux of other students.
As he approached the gate, it seemed as if the universe played a little trick just so it could torment him. Just as the song he was listening to faded out, he heard laughter coming from not too further back behind him. He looked back and saw a group of girls, all bunched up together, but one of them in particular seemed to stand out as her laugh resonated in his ear and seemed to play a million times over in his mind.
She was almost as tall as him and had the prettiest of smiles. She had a fair complexion, short, brown hair, with little curls at the end, so that the tips of her hair looked up at the sky and beautiful, brown eyes.
She was beautiful, to say the least, but Kraig didn’t seem to care. The only thing he noticed, was laughter. It taunted him as it convinced him that he was the butt of the joke. His stomach felt heavy, his walk seemed to slow down, his expression was distraught, and that’s when another man bumped into him. Kraig’s expression quickly changed to one of confusion; he hid his true face and looked at the man. “Sorry about that,” he apologised.
“Don’t sweat it,” replied the man. He smiled and gave Kraig a nod and hurried off towards the gate. Kraig thought that his face seemed vaguely familiar. While that scenario unfolded, the group of girls that was behind him passed him by. The beautiful girl looked at him and for a second, their eyes met, and Kraig felt a little kick in his stomach; something similar to his usual anxiety, yet somehow different.
Anyway, he stopped looking right away and pushed his head down yet again. He turned up the volume of the music further to make sure the noise would be drowned out.
He made his way to the hall where several school representatives were waiting on stage. The principal with the surname, Plant , ga