Flame of Hope

Chapter One: Life's Just Beginning

Hey guys! Ok, so I know I said that I would wait to write this book till I had my other book finished, but I just couldn't wait any longer!

All these ideas kept coming into my head and I just couldn't stop thinking about this story and the characters. So, I decided that I would start writing it before all the ideas I have leave my brain.

Anyway, I really hope you are just as excited for this story as I am. And to see how Olivia's and Aiden's story continues.

Just a little warning, I haven't edited this chapter yet, so expect it to have a couple grammar mistakes.

P.S. I'm not all the way solid on some of the details, so some parts of the chapter may change in the future.

ENJOY!!!

~Sabrina~

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A feeling of peace and accomplishment came over me as I took in the scene before me. There was students scattered all over the gym in groups visiting and goofing off with their friends that they made over the past four years. Family and friends were filing into the huge room to support their graduates. A professor here and there to help maintain control of the masses of people.

I giggled as I saw Drake King and Tray Carter playing pranks on Professors and random students. They were eventually caught by Professor Stryth, the one Professor that from day one wanted to make sure that those two jokesters wouldn't graduate with a degree.

I was abruptly brought out of my observing when I heard my name called. I turned and was almost knocked over by my college roommate: Hailey Winston. The curly blonde haired girl with hazel eyes that has gone through the whole college experience with me from the very first day. She has even been my roommate for the four whole years that we've been here.

"We made it! We get our degree today!" she shouted for joy.

I laughed, and after a couple seconds to compose myself I hugged her back. "Yes, we did," I replied. At the beginning I had a little trouble deciding what to major in. After a while I decided to go off of the writing class I had in high school. I enjoyed it and everything about it, so I got a two year creative writing degree.

She released me from her crushing embrace. "Can you believe it? Jeez, it feels like it was just yesterday when I rammed the door into you."

I laughed at the fond memory. It was the very first day that I had officially moved into the college dorms. I had been the first to arrive at our dorm, and when Hailey arrived she took a little while to open the door, so I went to go open it, but she beat me to it. The door flew open and had hit me square in the forehead before I could react. Let's just say that the first thing she said to me over and over was 'sorry for slamming the door into you'.