~ Chapter 1 ~

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I heard my phone blaring, disrupting me from my slumber. I groaned and reached out under my pillow and held it in my hand, whilst turning the brightness down.

'Emily' it read. I groaned, exasperated and swiped my finger across the screen.

"Ella?"

"One and only." I muttered sarcastically, "What do you want?"

"Morning to you too sunshine." she giggled.

"It's too early." I sighed loudly.

"It's six am Gabriella, you need to be up. Come on chop chop." she urged.

"I need my sleep." I dropped down onto my snug bed sheets and rubbed my eyes.

"See you in the gym in 10." She chuckled and hung up. I sat up and stomped out of my bedroom into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and walked back out again to my bedroom. I walked over to my wardrobe and picked out some grey sweats to wear, with some trainers. I picked up my earphones along side my phone and skipped down the stairs, into the lift.

The doors opened and I was faced with an energetic looking Emily.

"Morning Gabriella."

"Good morning Emily." I smiled.

"Ready?" She grinned. I nodded and walked over to the treadmill, starting off slow and eventually increasing the speed, soon enough I was running at a fast pace. I walked over to the rowing machine, slightly panting and started.

"Do you want to box?" Emily asked strolling over to me.

"Yeah." I stood up and placed my hands into the black gloves, Emily helping me tighten them up. We both stood in our starting positions and started throwing punches at each other. 

Let me tell you a little bit about myself, I feel as if it's necessary. I'm Gabriella, Gabriella Allen. Musician and businesswoman (on occasion). I believe in working hard and I believe that failure isn't an option, I'm a perfectionist. I have goals that I must reach and hurdles to overcome in my life. I'm quite independent and I do not necessarily believe in the concept of having a man in my life to make me content. Right now, at this point of my career I don't think need a relationship is necessary. Some may say I'm prudish but I prefer the term overcautious. I do these things for my own good. The only thing I can do is be the independent woman I was brought up to be and meet expectations. If I follow simple rules then my life would be much easier than it looks.

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