Connected

Chapter 1

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     It's quite simple really. Go to school, do your thing. That's what exactly Lauren Jauregui does. It has become a repetitive thing and it constantly bores her. She doesn't really have any associations in the school. People aren't really friendly when it comes to those who keep to themselves. Especially Lauren who doesn't speak at school at all. Teens automatically assume the quiet person is some weirdo.

It was 6 am and Lauren got up to do her usual routine to get ready. She headed downstairs and was greeted by her mother.

" Good Morning Mija, I made some scrambled eggs with toast." Clara said with a smile. Lauren sat down with her siblings as they seem to vacuum their breakfast.

" Lauren let me have some." Chris said, already reaching to get a piece of her eggs. The older girl quickly pushed her plate away from him and furrowed her eyebrows. Chris let out a frustrated sigh. " I'll remember that."

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Lauren arrived at school with sketchbook at hand and headphones on. One this is for sure.

She fucking hated noise so early in the morning.

It would literally be 8 am and people would be rumbling. Are they not tired? It's so early. How does one have energy to start fighting so damn early.

     She arrived in the class and removed her headphones from her ears to set them around her neck. The girl rests her head on her hand and looked outside the window. The sky is bright, sunlight peaking through the clouds. It's sceneries like this that makes her love art so much. Having the ability to create something that your brain captures in that moment. But her thought were immediately interrupted when she heard her teacher calling her name.

" Lauren, Lauren! What is x?"

Lauren showed 3 fingers in which earned a 'Good Job' from the professor. She then zoned out until it was Lunch time. Which is roughly her favorite time to just chill and start filling her sketchbook.

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     The Cuban sat at the very end of the lunch tables, doing some water color studies. She was very concentrated but for some reason felt eyes on her. She looked up from her work and her green eyes met a pair of brown ones. Those brown eyes are recognizable from a mile away and they belong to no one other than Camila Cabello. Camila and Lauren both knew each other since they were in middle school, but never really associated in a way they can call " Friendship". The girl smiled at Lauren, in which Lauren looked down back at her studies confused and a tad bit embarrassed.

     Camila herself knows she didn't associate with the artist, but she clearly did look after her. She knew Lauren wasn't your average social butterfly, in which makes her top target to get picked on. So she makes sure everything is alright, even from afar. She saw how the artist looked down and seemed to be a bit flustered which made her smile wider. Camila never actually heard Lauren talk if she's being honest, but that won't stop her from trying to build a friendship. When they were younger, the cuban would even refuse to read or do introductions in class. Teacher would always get frustrated and send the girl to the office. She heard rumors that one day Lauren's family had a meeting with the teachers and they finally left Lauren alone. That's why they never really call on her anymore, just for basic non speaking answers. Lucky huh?

Camila made her way towards the table and sat across from her. Green eyes met brown eyes once again. Camila put on her friendliest smile.

" Hey Lauren. It's pretty hectic here," She looking around and then looking at the girl in front of her. " How bout we go somewhere more peaceful. What ya say?"