The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter One

George was nineteen year old in his last year of college, he lived in England, near London.

He had lived in a school dorm room for two years out of three.

Ever since the fight with his parents over his future that he did not want even the way his parents did.

George just wanted to be a normal teen with his hobbies of coding and occasionally being in parties.

It was just a week into his last year and he was piled up with homework and essays already, which wasn't a surprise, because last year was supposed to be the hardest, the year he had to work the hardest for to end up graduating with a good degree.

He would spend his afternoons in his dorm mainly sleeping or doing any leftover homework or essays he had to do due the next day.

George was usually a top student in his class, even if he had some there and there slip-up's he would always manage to finish his work the night before it had to be turnt in.

It meant all nighters, can after can of redbull and cups of coffees on the corner of his table that was filled with many different documents, papers and homeworks.

George's dorm was quite a large one, he was supposed to have a roommate but had not gotten one ever since, he was super relieved over this fact although he felt a bit alone there sometimes.

George didn't have many friends, besides Wilbur who had dropped out of the college in order to put his time towards his passion for music and band making.

He was pretty successful to say the least.

Georges 'side' of the room was again very plain, almost just like the other side, just piled up with a lot of things and his chair would have a pile of clothes on it because he would never bother with keeping his closet tidy.

He had a few posters along his side of the room, a laptop and a closet.

There was a shared bathroom for two roommates that he kept it to himself fully because no one else was to use it right?

It was his last year either way so he didn't care much anyways.

His parents tried to contact him throughout the years but he didn't really want contact with them, all that really happened was just a few dry messages exchanged, nothing else.

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It was the next morning when he would wake up at 6:30AM to get ready for school. Luckily enough it was Thursday which meant there were no classes on Friday this week. It was an ongoing schedule of there wouldn't be classes one day of a week, whether it was a monday, tuesday or even friday.

George opened his eyes and rubbed them tirelessly while stepping his left foot out of the bed to drag himself to the bathroom to brush his teeth and splash his face with cold water to wake himself up more.

Then he would go to his chair and take a pair of black jeans and beige t-shirt to put on while grabbing his white air max's shoes and lastly grab his coat.

It was now 6:50AM while he was longing down the staircase towards the exit of the building and he began to walk towards the centre of city to go to his favourite cafe for his early morning coffee and occasionally even a croissant sandwich when he felt like it.

When he had ordered his coffee and a sandwich he would take his favourite corner sofa seat and begin scrolling down his feed and news, nothing really special.

Until he ended up on his college page news where they'd announced a new transfer student from America was coming to the school next week.

He didn't bother any longer and decided to finish up his food and down his coffee quickly, which now it was 7:25AM. His class would start at 7:45AM that day so he had packed up his things and put his coat on to leave for the class.