Undeniable Fate - Book No. 1 [l.h.]

No. 1

No. 1

The day is bright. The lawn has just been cut, I can tell by the smell. The sun tickles the skin softly. Almost asking permission to touch it. The people are talking and laughing the morning away. Looking around, I can already tell which students will be at their wits end by the end of this semester. A new time for me of meeting new people in a new surroundings in a new town.

I've only been in San Fransico for a good 3 weeks now. They've been filled with me moving into my new appartment, saying 'goodbye' to my family back home, getting a job in my new town and getting ready for my first year of college in San Fransico. And so far, everything's going pretty well. If I may say so myself. I'm starting college today and work tomorrow. I don't mind if I get busy. I like it. It keeps my mind off of things. Like the keyhole thing.

When girls turn 17, a small keyhole is in planted in your arm. Through your emotions and everything it creates itself to one of the keys that's worn on a necklace by the boys. This is to find your soulmate. If a girl hasn't found her soulmate by the age of 18, every piece of kindness and warmth leaves her to become a stone cold woman. Pretty sad actually. Especially since in 2 weeks, I'll be 17.

But that aside for now. Because for now I have to focus on my first day here in City College of San Fransico. To just get to my class and who knows, maybe even make a few new friends. Well, here goes nothing.

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The building is pretty basic. Just classrooms, lockers and offices for the teachers. And toilets, of course. The colors are white and blue. It looks nice actually. Not like my old college, where I spend the beginning of my first semester.

My first class is Religious History. I never heard of it before, but I wanna know what it is about and I need the credit. It couldn't possibly be this hard. And I think that this Miss Lovato will be a nice teacher.

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I step inside the classroom and see people heading straight to their own seats. Which leaves only 3 seats left. And I choose the one in the far left corner of the room. But before I even head over to that seat, I feel somone hold my wrist. I look next to me and am greeted with a friendly face. Huh, I guess she must be Miss Lovato.

She directs herself to the class. "Class, today we have a new student. Her name is Stephanie Rose. I'm sure you will all welcome her with kindness into this class. Unfortunately, we won't know that about Mr. Clifford and Mr. Hemmings, since they're late. Again. Please, Stephanie, sit anywhere you'd like."

I give her a polite nod and sit down in my chosen seat. For some reason, everyone seems to follow while I sit down here. With a look of respect. The creepy kind, I mean. Like I'm a higher authority. Yeah right.

As Miss Lovato is about to something, two boys come running in the classroom. I guess they are these Clifford and Hemmings she just mentioned.

"Mr. Clifford and Mr. Hemmings. How nice of you to decide to join this class after all. Now please sit down. I need to have a word with the two of you after class."

Without saying a word the two boys sit down. The one walking up front with the crazy blue hair is sitting in the empty seat beside me. The other one I couldn't see, because Blue Ocean of here blocked my view.

But class starts and I have to focus on that right now. Apparently this class is about the history of Heaven and Hell. Not that very religious if you ask me, but who am I to tell the school that? Miss Lovato is talking about how the angels all lived in peace. Even when God created the earth. But when Lucifer, his most beautiful angel, became envious of the power God had, it all went down hill from there on. And I'm very into waht she's telling when someone starts to whisper to me.

"Hé, Pink Panther next to me," the Blue Ocean whispers.

"What?" I ask.

"That's my seat. But a pretty pink punk girl like you can have it anytime," he says with a wink.

"First of, I'm not punk, I only listen to that kind of music. Second, for finding my hair pretty. And third, the name's Stephanie Rose, but please call me Steffi Rose, I beg of you," I tell him.

"Well then, Steffi Rose. The name's Michael Clifford. Nice to see there's another soul in this college with rainbow hair like me." He looks at me for a couple of seconds. "Say, how about you, me and some of my friends go out for a drink tomorrow? You can invite some of yours too, if you want."

"That's very nice, but I don't have any friends here yet since I moved here to San Fransico not even a month ago and I have work tomorrow."

"Where?"

"Al Cappucino's."

"That's great. My friends and I will meet you there. I love that place. Great coffee and even greater muffins."

The face he makes when he mentions the muffins is the face I imagine some men make when they orgasm. Quite a funny one, actually. Then he turns back to me with a look on his face that asks permission if he can bother me at work tomorrow. I like the guy, so I nod 'yes'. Which is replied with a smile.

Bell rings and class is over. We all get our stuff and get out of the classroom.

But before I exit the room, Michael leans in next to me and whispers in my ear: "Don't tell anyone, but you already got one friend here, so I got dibs on calling you 'Pinky'."

I wanna answer. But by the time I turn around he's already talking to Miss Lovato with the Hemmings guy. Who's actually really nice looking. Or his back is at least. Beautiful hair, though. I think deep purple would really look good in that hair.

Okay, stop thinking about hair. And just think about how I made a friend on my first day here in my first class.