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Chapter 2 (Zoya)

I woke up from a very sweet memory. You must be thinking what memory and who and I. I'm Zoya and I'm 21, I go to Toronto university and I keep seeing my old childhood friends. I could never understand why but I did. Some would call me a fortune teller from the amount of things I've predicted. I'll tell you a little more about me, me and my sister Rose are very close. Who's Rose? She's the best person ever, she's also 21 and only 8 months older than me. You must be asking why I haven't said anything about us being typical sisters and bickering. She's always been my parent figure, I mean I have parents but they were hardly ever around. My father was always very strict and rude, he was never a good dad. And our mom? She was always so lovesick with our father she never had the chance to actually be a good mother. That never mattered to me since I had Rose. 

Jeez that was a lot. Sorry. Before I got ready for school I had gone to tell her about my dream. 

"YOU HAD A DREAM ABOUT THE BOYS?!" 

"I don't understand, it happens every night now." 

"Shh! Don't say it too loud, dad will be very upset if he hears we were talking about them. Ever since the boys moved to Vancouver, dad's said to never ever think about them again." 

"I just have so many questions about them!"

"Ask away then." 

"How old would they be now? Why did they move? What do they look like now? Do they remember us? Why did Mr. Madden leave without saying anything?" 

"Woah there, slow down. Zach must be 23 and Lonokai must be 22. Dad would never tell us why Mr. Madden moved or why they lost touch. I would hope they remember us but they probably don't. I also wonder what they would look like." 

I had noticed time was running out before our first class so we went to go get ready ready. I had a very extra style, I wore a very chic short black dress with flowers on the top corset. I also wore thigh-high black boots Rose on the other hand, was very business looking since our father loved his business image. She wore some black trousers with a black shirt, and a black blazer. She also paired it up with some simple black heels. 

After we got ready we headed to our campus, Rose drove us always. She was always so much more responsible. Our campus was a very classy brick building with only the most wealthy students of Toronto. The campus was huge and school would always bring me comfort. 

When we got on campus, Rose would always get compliments for her very stylish style. She had medium to long dark brown wavy hair, which she would always style in a side part. And me? I have long black curly that I always styled in a middle part. We both had very generic brown eyes. My father always hated our piercings. I had a nose piercing and two ear piercings, Rose had two sets of piercings. We had secretly gotten them when we turned 18. Our father was furious. 

I trailed off again. Sorry again. Not really sorry. Me and Rose headed off to our first class, English. That was my favorite class. Our classes were very long so I would often stay on my phone in free-time. As I was scrolling through instagram, I came across a post with twi very handsome guys. God they were hot. Before I could get a good look at who it was, my sister startled me. She had told me about our new assignment. We had to do a research project and presentation on something we liked. 

Rose did her project on fashion meanwhile I did mine on Roses. And no not my sister, the actual flower. I just loved light pink roses they are just so pretty. After Rose told me about the project I got up to go to the bathroom...