I walked to my irish locker for the last time before I move to London.I remember I done a project on London,day dreaming about how I would love to go to University there.How strange if you work hard for something ,it pays off in the end.
Im going to Birkbeck College,University of London.
Im pretty proud of myself for getting that scholarship to photography. Its a really amazing feeling to be able to do what you love.Like that quote "Work as what you love and you will never have to work a day in your life".
Its a quote I stood by for years,Somehow relates to me and encourages me to do what I love.
Photography.
I love taking pictures of Nature,Memories and everything that's on trend. I think its amazing how one photograph can show a million messages if it has good quality to it ,of course.
My parents are deep thinkers.My father is a Mechanic and my mother is a lawyer.They both worked hard to become something they love doing. Although,sometimes my parents do come home devastated that something went wrong. One time dad came home with cake splashed all over his face because he didnt fix an engine fast enough and the clown who owned the car go mad and smashed him with cake.
Fast forward a few days...
I looked at my new house.It was that small type of bungalow. You know those types?The ones that have that really lovely brick detail with the fireplace popping out.The grass nicely cut and a lemon tree at the side.
Dont worry im not spoiled I had two jobs to pay for everything. I will continue to have a job.Which is working at that shop called Primark.
"Brooklyn do not shout at your mother like that!" Some strange voice said,clearly really angry.
"Why?So you guys can pretend that you have everythinv under control and that you raised your kids to be the next David and Victoria Beckham? "Shouted back that spoiled brat.
Wow Orla stay away from that little freak,never knew that Brooklyn was so self-centered.
"Brooklyn you know behind the bushes a neighbour moved in ! Can you shut your face for ten seconds? Dear god" Shouted a more feminine woman.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter as I miserably fail as a writer...heh ah mm. Okay good bye.
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Unwanted Love
RandomOrla moved to London for a better education. Little did she know an idiot lived next door. The idiots name was Brooklyn Beckham. A stupid story that'll probably waste your time.
