Stuart Twombly
"I stay up late, and I talk to the moon
And I can't stop telling him all about you
Wonder if you do the same thing I do
These four white walls they know more than my friends
They watch me type messages I'll never send
This is the plac...
(Sorry this is short, it's just a small pre chapter (but to be honest, I'm doing a singular movie instead of a TV show or book like usual, so all of them are probably going to be short, but this is the only one this short) have fun)
Emily Rowan was in her apartment, which was about ten minutes from Yale, the College she went to, with her YouTube channel pulled up, streaming Live as she opened the Email she got, saying if she was going to intern at Google that summer or not.
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"Here goes nothing." She told them, clicking on the email. "Dear Emily Rowan, you are here by accepted-" She didn't even finish reading it as she screamed and jumped up and glee. "Suck on that, people who said I wasn't smart enough!" She yelled as she spun around, doing a little dance.
When she sat back down at her table she saw one of the comments, Bennieboy273; Congrats.
"Wow, Bennieboy, something other than smart from you for once, I'm happy, truly." She said with an amused smile and a raised brow.
Bennieboy273; Bite me.
"No thanks, Bennieboy." She told him, rolling her eyes slightly, but her smile was still there. "Well, thanks for being here guys while I opened it. I'll talk to you all later, but right now I've gotta pack. I've got two days till I ship off. Have a great day, and remember to make the most of it."
She closed out and shut her lap top, her smile still in place on her face as she stood up and went straight to her room to pack, her long brown hair flowing behind her as she did so.
