*• 4 couples, 1 story, connected, entwined together •*
Azerelia Prep ,a rich private school, in a small town called kingston on the faraway coast of england.
"Leah Stale" or as now known as "Young" has just joined Azerelia Prep as a fifth year.
To t...
•~Emily Hart~• *I don't know what we are* *but i miss what we were *
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(This snippet will happen after a month) My life has been a series of different events that led me to who am i today, but the event the made me well me is embroidered is my mind like it was yesterday and while some might think that's a good thing i don't because it may have made who i am but it buried the child inside of me, the child who always saw the good in others, who believed in happily ever after until him , he coloured my world black and white, he made me and now he's back. <{<{<{<{<{<{<{<{<{<{<{> (present) Note❗️(Its the same day it was in the last chapter but in emily's POV)
Slipping into the classroom as quietly as I could, I made my way to the vacant seat beside my childhood best friend, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice. Just as I was about to sit down, the chair let out a loud squeak. The teacher, Miss Amber, turned to face me, her lips curling into a tense smile.
"Well, well, good of you to finally show up, Ms. Hart," she said, glancing up at the clock above the door before continuing. "You're only fifteen minutes late."
I winced. "My alarm didn't go off," I muttered, which was technically true, but far from the whole story.
She sighed, clearly having heard that excuse more than once, and waved me into my seat. Yawning, I glanced at Madi, who was staring at Miss Amber with a glare so intense it could've burned a hole through her.
"If you glare at her any harder, you'll burn a hole in her clothes," I whispered, opening my textbook and resting my elbows on the desk.
"Good, Maybe then my dear sister wouldn't wear clothes that looked like a grandma's" Madi mumbled back, her expression blank, but I could see the tension in her eyes—the kind that made my chest tighten. She looked so much like Gianna, our childhood hero, but the light in her eyes was different now. Gianna Valencia, now known as Gianna Ambers, had once been the kind of person who stood up for everyone, the protector. She had had it all: straight brown hair always swept into a messy bun, eyes that were a mix of green and brown, and a heart big enough to fight for anyone who needed it.
But that was before.
Now, the girl who used to be our role model seemed like a distant memory, a stranger standing in her place.
"Psst," a soft voice whispered behind me, pulling me from my thoughts.
I turned to find Nina, her wide, dark eyes filled with that quiet kindness she always carried. "I made extra notes for you, in case you missed anything."
I smiled at her, touched by the gesture. "You didn't have to," I whispered back.
"But I wanted to," Nina replied, her voice almost shy, and it made me smile again, even wider this time.
