Chapter 1

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Aryana Brown

Today was supposed to be a life changing day for most students from UCL, because finally all of our hard work had been paid off and we were finally graduating from their Masters. It was time for all of us to leave behind our childish nature and step into the real world, follow our dreams and live a life we always have dreamed off and worked hard for. Thats how it was supposed to be. Thats how we thought it would be. But little did we know that everything was changing within those few hours. As I look around, all I see are panicked faces in the flight. Children are crying, loved ones are holding on to each other. People were scared, somewhere even shouting and screaming while others quietly prayed and cried. I sit by my window and look outside the window. My hands are still trembling and my heart cant seem to calm down. I close my eyes and think back where it all went wrong.

Five hours back, everything was normal, or we thought it was. Everything became chaos within a blink of an eye all around the world. All I could remember now was how my roommate Catherine helping me pack and get ready as I was leaving and going back to England to meet my brother.

"Do you seriously have to go today itself? We just graduated and tonight was supposed to be our night out before we get sucked into this adult life which is so boring" Catherine wined and she helped me pack. I couldn't help roll my eyes at her yet crack a smile.

"You knew this was coming and stop acting as if its the end of the world woman. We can always party hard when I am back, and honestly we are even working at the same place so its not like I can escape your night outing." I let out a sigh.

She gasps. "Hell no! I mean you have to come with me to clubs because I come and join you for your ridicules boxing classes. I mean how can you enjoy getting beaten up, even though Im watching you from side-lines, I get shit scared. And I am a good friend, I take you out so you can find someone you really like. I mean the poor guy Kevin has been asking you out since forever."

"Hey, its self-defence, and that might even save your life one day. You never know. And we both know we go to clubs because its you who wants some excitement. Im doing great thank you. And Kevin is such a dick, he has lifted every walking skirt he sees. And I really have no time for boys. I like someone who has their shit figured out thank you very much."

"You just want an older guy because he would cook for you, thats always been your plan."

"Maybe."

We both look at each other and burst out laughing.

"But I still wish you could have stayed today!"

"I promise a whole day of outing and shopping once I am back."

"You promised! No take backs!"

I roll my eyes at her, after all that woman is a demon when it comes to her shopping or outing stamina unlike me. God I hate it unless we are going to buy some books. I finally finished my packing and I wait outside for my ride to the airport. Its been a while since I went back home and saw my brother. So I am looking forward to it. I give Catherine a huge hug and head towards the airport. It takes about an hour and I finally reach the airport. I go in and get my things security checked and keep my small baggage with me.

I take out my book and start reading as I have so much more time left before my boarding. I look around once and see everyone is busy doing their own things. There were an elderly couple in their own world, few young students taking pictures and laughing out loud. A woman who had two little kids around the age of 8 and 5. The older brother was looking after his baby sister and feeding her, it was such a cute sight to watch. The little ones look at me and smile and I send them a little wave and their mother gives me a polite smile. As I turned my head to my left I would see a man sitting, wearing a simple formal black pant and white shirt, reading a newspaper. For some reason the air around that man seemed so sophisticated. I couldnt see his face but I could tell he looked good looking at how he carried himself.

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