Knowledge Is Power // Chapter 2 πŸ“–

Hey popcorns! 🍿

How are you all doing? The summer holidays are getting closer and closer and I can’t wait! It’s also my birthday in just under two weeks which is super-duper exciting! 😍

I’m actually somewhat completely failing staying on top of my blogging schedule so fingers crossed this lasts in July as I’m hoping in the summer holidays I can transfer this book over to Wattpad and share it further than just the blogosphere!

Also I am feeling so burnt out from school (the classes are intense) and I’ve also managed to have an allergic reaction to mysterious food/drink in my mouth so if this isn’t up to my usual standards you all know why πŸ˜…

Quick update: I have decided that I’m going to be updating KIP on weekends, it’s easier for me to say that than pick Saturday or Sunday because I never know what I’m going to have in my usually-empty-but-some-what-miraculously-busy schedule ☺

ELLA’S POV

This isn’t real.

Those same three words, on constant repeat in my head, like a record player jammed in place so that the chorus lasts forever.

I was never sure whether I was part of the chorus or if I had a main verse to myself, I guess now I knew.

After the kiss between me and Bels, things between us were… well things between us weren’t anything because we hadn’t exchanged words, at all.

It was 9am on a Saturday morning when I finally decided to get my lazy body out of bed. Pulling on a hoodie over my flimsy pyjama top, I slipped my feet into my bootie slippers and picked up my phone.

I expected a ‘good morning’ message or an hilarious daily meme from Bels but instead I was faced with a blank screen, and just to seal my miserable mood a passage of white writing on my lock screen read ‘you have no new messages or notifications, please go find some friends NOW’ or maybe that was just my coffee deprived brain making it up…

The message-free screen was a serious slap in the face though, it wasn’t that I didn’t have friends, I did! But they weren’t the sort of friends that stuck with me through the good and the bad. They were the sort of friends that were there for me when I was happy and unproblematic.

They didn’t want to stick round for the bad stuff, because that takes loyalty and love.

Bels was different, she was there for it all. First period, first breakup: she was right there by my side, rubbing my back or handing me the family sized pot of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice-cream.

It had only been one week since I last saw her but I missed her to bits. That damn kiss had messed up everything between us and I was so, so scared that things would never go back to normal between us.

I concentrated on pouring myself a bowl of Cornflakes, trying to rid myself of these thoughts and instead of feelings sorry for myself and having a pity party for one, to try work out a solution to my problem.

I’d slipped my phone into my hoodie pocket on my way downstairs and it came as a total shock to me when it buzzed, it came as an even bigger shock to me when I realised that I knew what the text said and how this all was going to end.

Feeling myself sink into a deep state of depression, I checked my phone for whoever had messaged me.

Party my place, 9pm.

The most effective thing to do but probably not the wisest when you’re problems are all getting a little too much?

Go out and party like there really is no tomorrow, because sometimes you wish there wasn’t.

.β€’Β° ✿ Β°β€’.

My silver kitten heals gleamed under the moonlight. I’d paired my figure-hugging ebony mini dress with a black clutch for an I’ve-got-my-shit-together look.

Really, I didn’t. I don’t think anyone who really goes to parties does.

Somehow I’d found the time and patience to run a curling wand through my hair, and it really had done magic. It now fell in soft waves down my back instead of its usual lousy style.

I’d done my makeup heavy and bold, I was someone else tonight with my crimson lipstick and winged eyeliner exaggerating all my facial features.

As soon as the taxi driver turned down Melas Avenue, I knew we were at the right place. Heavy bass music poured out of the house, a long with some wasted party go-ers.

If people were going to drink, they should at least know how to handle it.

After pulling up on the curb in front of the house, the taxi driver pulled to a stop, I thanked him profusely for driving me so quickly and handed him the correct amount of money upon instructing him to keep the change.

Stepping up the grand and elongated steps, I walked past a rowdy group of guys, careful not to stare for too long as to not attract unnecessary attention to myself.

“How much do you charge?” a tall, dark haired male slurred, his eyes unfocused and clouded with the effects of alcohol.

Before shooting him the finger, I muttered underneath my breath, “more than you could ever afford.”

His friends hooted and roared with laughter at his disgusting attempt of hitting on me, and I shot them my best attempt at a death stare, which soon shut them up, before storming off towards the partially open front door.

God help boys, they were so immature.

I made a bee line for the kitchen and poured the first bottle I came across into a ridiculously corny, plastic red cup.

After a few sips of the mysterious concoction I felt the warmth spread through my body like wildfire, my problems burned away like a wood to an open flame. Everything was so much more intense, so much more intimate.

I was losing myself but finding myself all at once, and I liked it.

I liked it a lot until my eyes met with those once soulful and warm green ones that I’d lost myself in which were now set in a cold, hard glare aimed precisely at me.

Things were about to get interesting.

It was so nice to officially write a whole new chapter of Knowledge Is Power, I really feel like the plot is very unique with this story and I have to admit it is a very tricky idea to get my head around sometimes.

Anyways on Thursday I’ll be posting all about my Library TBR (we’re a day behind posting schedule this week πŸ˜‚) and hopefully I can have another chapter of KIP out this weekend!

Which character can you relate to more? Can you describe the cover you have in your head for this book? Looking forward to summer?

That’s a wrap! πŸ“š

15 thoughts on “Knowledge Is Power // Chapter 2 πŸ“–

  1. Omg I loved this!!! I can’t wait for the next part. Your writing is so beautiful (I absolutely adored the last line on both stopping points) and I agree, the idea is so unique. And addictive. I honestly do adore this.
    Happy Birthday, I’m guessing it’s passed by now? If so I hope that you had a wonderful day πŸ’—πŸ’—

    1. Really?! Thanks so much! ☺️ Awh that means the world. It is seriously unique but it’s good t hear that it’s addictive too! Yep it was the 19th so nearly 2 weeks ago, thank you so much hehe! I sure did πŸ’–

      1. It’s incredible. I love reading it 😍 and yes it’s super addictive. I can’t wait to read more 😊
        Aww sorry that I wished you a Happy Birthday late then. I’m glad you had a good time though πŸ’—

  2. YAY HAPPY EARLY BDAY AMBER!! also no worries at all about your schedule, we’ll support you no matter what xx

    and as always, your writing is amazing!! it’s filled with humor and emotion at the perfect places!!! i loved reading ella’s pov and cannot wait for the next one ❀❀

    1. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! That means the world, I’ll definitely find a schedule that works around everything because I’m not pulling a year break again!

      Ah means the world, thank you! πŸ’“ Yes she was definitely fun to write from and me too hehe!

  3. AH THIS MADE ME LAUGH ABOUT 273892 TIMES πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯° i love the sarcastic tone of ur writing soo much and also shoutout to ella for that AMAZING come back to the catcallers. you go girl πŸ˜‚

    1. AH YAY THANK YOU ADI! πŸ’“ Ah that means a lot, my non-existent badass definitely comes through in my writing! Haha yes I love Ella, I have to admit she is definitely some character! Awh πŸ™‚ Thanks for reading Adi, I know you’re busy so it means a lot x

  4. Ah I just went back to read your first chapter, and I don’t know how to say this right, but I legitimately feel proud of you for sticking to it! You’re doing such a great job, Amber and I can’t wait to read everything you have in store for us!
    Of course, do it when you feel like you have the mental space to, and don’t burn yourself out to stay on top of things (although I’m sure you know about that from the lovely comments you give out on my posts)!
    xx

    1. Thanks so much Arshia, that means a lot! Oh my really?! Girl I’m getting emotional here 😭 That seriously means the world, I literally look up to you as an inspiration so that means SO much to me ❀️ I totally agree! Awh ☺️ I’ve definitely taken the foot off the gas when it comes to blogging lately, I’m still trying to post I’m just not interacting as much with the blogosphere as usual but summer is here so time is finally something I’m not juggling with πŸ˜‚ So nice to speak to you again!

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