Not To Give Up " But I have wanted to be a writer ever since I was a child". Spoke Olly. " Sorry, but your novel is not great to publish, it's got to be something that you can imagine while you are reading. You can always try again though. Sorry, but I have got someone waiting". Said Vanessa. Olly slowly walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Once he arrived at his one bedroom flat, he sat down at his writing desk where he gets his not so great ideas from as Vanessa said and thought that he should give up. He had tried so very hard so many times and none were to good to be true. 2 weeks later he decided to try to be a poet. He strutted along the narrow streets of Norway and went to his nearest cafe to have his bacon, egg, toast and a cup of tea like he had every once in a while when he goes there. There was a new person working there and the reason he knew that was because he normally walks up to the counter and they give him the food without him saying a word but this time he had to say his order. She had long curly brown and blonde hair with it to he side in a bobble, dark brown eyes witch you could see yourself in when you look her in the eyes, she wouldn't stop smiling she must have liked her new job or was it just me.