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Prologue 2 years ago

Elora

It's been a shitty day so far, starting a new school is supposed to be fun right? Not for me, I don't think I've ever been so stressed in my life. I'm starting year 10 and I just want to go into the bathrooms and cry. But I don't even know where the fucking bathrooms are. 

But because it's raining I'm determined to turn it around, the library is open and I've yet to venture into the classics section which has been calling for me ever since I first walked in. The library is mostly empty considering it's lunch time and most people have friends unlike me who would rather spend my free time in the company of Elizabeth Bennet, Atticus Finch and Mr. Darcy. The classics shelves are at the very back, filled with old copies of Oscar Wilde, the Bronte sisters and Dickens.

My earlier statement about the Library being empty was proven wrong once I saw a tall dark haired boy that looked to be around my age.  He was holding Sense and Sensibility, probably for a school project or something. He had soft brown curls that fell just over his eyes and was wearing beige pants with a grey stripped sweater. It was when he looked up and caught my eye and smiled that I couldn't help but smile back. There was something about his eyes, so blue, light and inviting that I wanted to learn his name.

"Hi" His voice oh God, I'm not religious but I will get on my knees. I somehow remember how to form coherent thoughts and formulate sentences and I come up with a response "Hi" wow a win for Elora. My legs remember how to walk and I find myself next to him staring at the shelves "I love Jane Austen" I say desperate for a sentence starter-Damn me and my awkwardness.

He just smiles. Dimples ahhh. Great, now it's awkward and I've scared him away. He probably doesn't even read and only has it for an assignment. Fuck. "I love Emma" he responds after what feels like an eternity. I think I just shit my pants from nerves or relief I'm not sure. "One of her best," we both smile again "I'm Elora"

"Fraser" He responds.

We talk for what seems like hours about our favourite books, authors, teachers. I tell him about how I rescued my cat Ollie and he tells me about his family cat Morris that got lost on a mountain for 3 days (it survived thank god). There's something magical about our conversation that I couldn't quite explain, talking to Fraser makes me feel somewhat less alone. There's no promise of meeting in the future, no exchanging of numbers or other personal details.

I think this makes our meeting a whole lot more meaningful. Its exactly 45 minutes later when the librarian makes us leave and we part ways. His name sung in my mind the whole walk back to my locker, which I find after only getting lost twice yay. My thoughts were filled with the hopes of seeing him again and I knew at that moment I wanted to know more about him. I want to know everything about you Fraser. I sound crazy don't I?

The rest of my day was filled with students smiling awkwardly at me and teachers giving me random tours. I managed to survive the second half of the day and I sat with a girl called Aria in chemistry, she was nice. I didn't see Fraser again.

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~ FRASER ~

3 days later

The classroom is small and musty, yellowed walls and old stained glass windows that cast shades of orange and red right over her. Her. Elora. The one name I haven't been able to stop thinking about. She looks beautiful, light brown hair falling in front of her eyes as she concentrates on the book in her hands . Colour in a world of black and white.

Everything about her captured my attention, the way she talked about books and her cat, how she made me feel happy and light inside. Talking to her was like a breath of fresh air. That all came crashing down after I was called to the principles office to be informed I now have the second highest ranking in my year. Someone has beaten me. Who else could it be, I mean not to be rude but no one else in my school really tries. It had to be Elora that took my top ranking spot.

So I told myself that if I were ever to see her again I would ignore her and be distant. Which would prove to be harder than I anticipated considering she was now in my English Lit class. I can't be friends with competition, it's too confusing. Maybe in another life Elora.

She hasn't seen me yet. I feel conflicted. Do I talk to her or ignore her? What I would later consider the greatest mistake of my life: I glare at her when she glances at me and sits at the opposite end of the room. Her mouth parts in disbelief or confusion. I feel bad immediately, well there is no going back now. Bring it on Elora. I dare you.

A/n; well that took me way longer than it should've. I hope you enjoy this little introduction and don't forgot to vote also comment any problems with grammar/spelling. Do you like Elora and Fraser? I hope you do. I'll try and update when I can. Normal chapters will be longer don't worry and they will hopefully flow a bit better. ALSO I changed Elora's name halfway through writing the 1st chapter so if you see "Lily" or 'Aspen' anywhere, point it out for me and it's supposed to be Elora.