Struggles

A new beggining - chapter 1

I don't know who i am.

I mean, i know i'm Becca and i'm a 17 year old girl who moved from England to America to start college in a few weeks.

But i don't really Know who i am. Which of course is why i am here. I'm taking English literature and photography for no reason at all except the fact i'm trying to find out who i really want to be. I think of this as, trying something new. And if it doesn't work out, i move back to England and start from the beginning.

Of course, i at least have to try.

so i have built a wall. I have no time for relationships or a party all night and sleep all day routine, i'm focusing on me, and if that means no fun, so shall be it. This isn't a good way to look at it, but i'm trying to do me as best as possible.

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College starts tomorrow and not to my surprise i'm practically terrified. Knowing i'm new to america as well as Strathmore campus doesn't help me one bit. as i lift out my last decorative cushion for my bed i hear the piercing sound of glass shattering and so i scream.

''shit'' i breathe out. I look just over my shoulder to find my window with a baseball sized hole in it and shattered the entire outer part.

I make my way over to the window before tripping over my feet, or so i thought, and landing with a big thud right underneath the windowsill. Turns out it wasn't me, but there was a bright green ball the same size as the hole in my window.

"now, i wonder how that happened" i mumble sarcastically before heaving myself off of the floor and dusting off my black, now grey and dusty, jeans.

suddenly a tall figure burst through the door

''i'm so so-

"you're paying and for your own safety, KNOCK" i cut him off. i couldn't get that out quicker

"Hold up Lady, how do you know it was me?"

dirt on his jeans located at the knees, obviously diving on the ground for some type of sport

smirk playing on his pink, kissa- i mean, full, lips

leg cocked to the side

fiddling with his fingers, something to hide?

"Oh, it was you" i folded my arms

"well, if you were wondering i'm Ashton, and of course i'm paying, i'm not ignorant like you British" he replied smugly

"Oh, i wasn't asking. you know nothing about me, or my 'englishness' so before you make your smart comments, ignorance has nothing to do with this, you put a ball through my window therefor i'd expect you to pay, wouldn't you? or am i wrong?" i asked in a tone of annoyance.

"indeed" he agreed "ill have someone come fix it in the next few hours, stay in your room and be aware for knocks at the door, most likely the new window considering from your accent and rudeness i doubt you have many friends yet?" he questioned, i think rhetorically because he left straight after his Mr smart-ass statement.

yet he still popped his head round the door to say "nice bra"

i'm left very confused, before turning around to see my Disney bra lay across the bed that id forgotten to put away, and my cheeks burn as bright as his pink, kissable li- no. we aren't here for boys Becca, i scolded myself.

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i wake up to the sound of my alarm letting rip through my ear drums.

the man came to replace my window at around 8pm last night, fully payed for in advance by the dearest Ashton.

not to brag, but i'm clever. i set my alarm for 6am, so i have one hour to stay in bed and get "fully awake" not at all meaning stalk twitter. Then two hours to get ready,grab some food and be at my class for 9am.

Before i knew it 7am rolled around and i found myself in a muscle relaxing hot shower.

i quickly dried off and applied concealer under my eyes, i looked like the walking dead because somehow i found myself up late with my mind focused on one person. Ashton.

i don't at all think hes cute, with his brown curly hair and hazel eyes that have a ring of green on the outside. Not. at. all.

a slight wing and mascara with chapstick did the trick.

i was wearing light wash jeans, blue navy converse and a plain white t shirt with my long wavy hair in a pony tail.

having a dorm to myself didn't get lonely at all. the bright side i get to put everything where i want, no one to move it or disturb my order and clean state.

i flicked off my light switch and slung my back pack over my shoulder, locking the door behind me and stuffing my keys and phone into my back pockets, walking down the hall way, to my new beginning.

i get to my photography class and pick the seat at the back closest to the window. The students start to spill in until each and every seat was taken up and we were all sat in front of a teacher in an eerily creepy silence.

"Right!" she spoke a little too enthusiastically.

"i'm Mrs Hemsworth, and i'm very excited to be teaching a class full of new and exciting, talented young photographers in the making!"

shes too much for a Monday morning, this is going to be a long two periods i thought to myself while leaning on my left palm.

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This is my first chapter and i'm kinda excited, Thankyou for reading, if anyone did. i have a lot planned for this plot.