[color=2e3192][center][h1] Kieran Hishamie [/h1][/center][/color]

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Kieran woke up, slightly confused as to the place he had awoken in. Kieran lazily looked at his surroundings. And when he did he nearly gave himself a heart attack. He was sitting up, back to bark, on a branch high up on a tree. The tree looked as though it was the center of a garden in a park type area, with a small lake near him. The water looked clear in the moon light, and shone brilliantly. Kieran looked at himself. He was still wearing his black T shirt, red jacket, and blue jeans from this morning, and he had his laptop on his lap, with very few words typed. Kieran looked at his watch on his left wrist and was slightly surprised to see how late it was. Kieran put away his laptop in his laptop bag, and swung it around his shoulder. Then Kieran lifted himself up and hung from the branch he was sitting on. Kieran then threw himself and kicked off from the tree, backflipping off the tree, and landing perfectly on the ground. Kieran sighed.

Kieran began walking back to his small apartment, watching the night life around him unfold. Kieran watched as the people around him enoyed themselves, drinking, laughing, holding hands, making loud noises and generally seemingly having a good time. Kieran was bored by all of it. He only saw people being fake, people just trying to fit in and do whatever they can to have mindless fun. Kieran found all that annoying and only slowed his creative process from pissing him off. Kyle stopped at the stop sign at the end of side walk, and waited for the light to turn red so he could cross. Kieran pulled out his IPhone and looked at the missed texts, deleting the missed voicemails. The messages were all from his publisher, asking where the hell was he, where was the update on his progress, blah blah blah. Kieran locked his phone and put it back into his pocket. 

Kieran was working on his book New Voyage 2, a title a work in progress, sequal to his first book, New Voyage. He had some success and fame from hit, suprising Kieran to say the least. He thought he had some good ideas, but it took him so long and worked on it for so long he never thought the book would be viewed by as many people as it is. Kieran still receives royalties that pay for his rent and food and hs editor was in a hurry to publish his next book. Kieran never really wanted to make a career in writing, but to be fair he never knew. Kieran was a free spirit and very unmotivated.

The light turned red and Kieran crossed the street. Kieran walked, and walked, and walked, way past his apartment. Kieran didn't know where he was going but he didn't feel going home. He didn't want to interact too much with people but the night wasn't over yet. So Kieran walked. He walked into a part of town that had clubs, bars, restaurants, cafes. This was a part of town that Kieran did not walk through regularly. Kieran almost felt out of place, looking around and seeing everyone together.