Chapter 1

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Jessica

" Jess is the best artist in the whole wide world "

My sister ' Ava ' would have said that if she was here and yeah, if school wasn't a thing.

I have been drawing for hours and to be honest I'm actually impressed with how it turned out.

I sign below my drawing and slide it into my other collections.

since I resumed college, I have had some kind of addiction to drawing random things, which apparently has been a week.

Right now I have two problems...

I miss my home, my sister, and mum too.

Secondly, college is draining the crap outta me.

Mum keeps calling me almost a hundred times each day, asking if I wasn't having a hard time and if everything was ok.

All I keep telling her is : " mum I promise I'm really enjoying college ".

was this true? No!.

To think I use to anticipate the whole being independent in school scenario, I never expected to feel this way.

My mum was amusingly emotional when dropping me off at my hostel last Saturday, I on the other hand was very excited about finally being on my own, basically, because I've never lived anywhere outside home and my mum and I fought every Goddamn day. She was always claiming I was stubborn which wasn't true, honestly I was the sweetest girl in the city of lollipop, hehe!, you get the joke right?

Anyway, dad was never home because of work, I barely even saw him once a month. I would say the only person I got along with was Ava.

But now I am here, at school. I have tons of assignments to do, my assessments are fast approaching, I have no friends per say apart from my roommate, ' Gina ', who's never at the hostel.

Gina was either at the lecture room reading or the library also reading. Basically she was a book warm and right now she was also at the library.

In case you're wondering, I'm a book cold, simple fact.

more facts about me, I wake up every morning, take my bath, try as much as possible to grease my body or cream my body, which ever.

throw on a hood or sweat shirt depending on which I pick interest in. when I say throw, I really throw.

put on a sweat pant cause like You don't expect me to go out in my panties

I hate breakfast so I skip that and keep my fingers crossed my mum never finds out.

Pick up my school bag and go for whatever lecture I had.

after hours of lonely,exhausting lectures, I come back to the hostel to meet the greatest friend in the world, my bed.

That is me, That is Jessica.

That's the lame life Jessica is living.

I lean into my bed more comfortably and unplug my headset. If too much music could kill I would have died a million and one times.

Anyway, I have been laying on my bed with my headset since morning and it was 4pm already.

I know what you're thinking, don't worry I've had my bath I may be a slump but I was pretty hygienic and yes I had cereal so no I wasn't starving myself.

I dial my mums number considering she hasn't called me since yesterday which barely happens.

" The number you dialed is currently switched off please try again later "

" The number you dialed is currently switched off please try again later " I mimic the computer thing echoing from my phone, laughing.

I'm not weird!

I wonder why mums number isn't reachable, I think to call my sister but decide on doing that later.

I stretch lazily to carry my laptop from my side table.

watching a movie wouldn't be a bad idea, I guess.

Don't judge me! I'll do my assignments later. I hope.

" Now which movie was I going to watch " I struck my chin dramatically, swiping.

Someone knocks on my door and I can't help but wonder why I locked the door in the first place, now I'll have to stand up.

but hey, safety first!

" Who's that? " I ask before standing up but there is no reply.

It's probably just Gina so I unlock the door, opening it.

I'm confused to see a huge man in a suit towering over my door and almost pee in my pants.

When I say huge, this man was HUGE.

He'll probably win a WWE championship without stress, I bet he's really strong.

How did he even get into this hostel? didn't anyone notice him?

" c-can I help you " I stutter biting down lips nervously.

" Yes " he says and if I wasn't dreaming he just sprayed something strong on my face.

It happens so fast...

My lungs begin to tighten and I find it hard to breath.

my vision begins to blurs.

I feel my body weakening, my head starts to spin and the next thing I see is black.

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