This Is The Part Where You Find Out Who You Are [ON HOLD SORRY]

Chapter One: Subconscious

HEY GUYS!! Okay to start things off i just wanna say that I'm not the best writer by any means, and I have horrible grammar/punctuation/sentence structure skills, but I'll try my best to make it good. If it ends up bothering you guys that much, I'm open to having someone edit for me. I love to read on Wattpad and I'm one of those people who loves to stay up all night. Therefore, I decided that maybe I should give creating my own story a shot. This is just something for me to do while I'm awake half the night. I'd like it if some people actually read this story though, that would be cool. ANYWAYS, I've said a lot and you probably don't really care so I'll stop now. ENJOY

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Prologue: I'm Nichole Reid. Your average, awkward 17 year old blonde, brown eyed, 5'3 girl from New York. Im lazy, I enjoy being alone, and reading books on Wattpad. I watch way too much TV, I'm sarcastic as hell, and I eat Doritos like I'd die without them. I have never had a boyfriend, but I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I hate people. *note the sarcasm*

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Chapter 1: Subconscious

I pulled him into the empty room and looked right at him. With one hand on each of his arms holding on with a shaky grip,

I managed to said "I like you"

Then I hugged him, and with my face buried in his shoulder, I said "I like you a lot"

When I was facing him again,

he said "I love you."

I was shocked, and said "you do?"

And he replied, "yeah, I had a feeling you liked me and I was hoping it was true, i just didn't know for sure."

he kissed me, and--

And then I woke up.

I looked around and wondered what time it was. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was 11:30am. I sighed, knowing that it was just a dream.

'Oh well' I think, before rolling over and staring at the ceiling.

Here I am, 2 weeks into summer and I have yet to hang out with my friends, go in a pool, even attempt to get a tan, among other summery things. I've basically spent my time sleeping and reading. What an exciting life I have!

Well that's enough of that.

Finally deciding that I should get out of bed, I stretch my arms and legs and roll over. With one final sigh, I swing my legs around and stand up. Immediately my vision turns spotty and black and I feel like I'm going to fall over.

Damn I feel dizzy.

It wears off after a minute or two and I proceed to the bathroom. Like every morning I pop in my contacts and wash my face before going downstairs.

'Oh yay! Donuts! At least somebody loves me."

I think to myself as I skip over to the kitchen counter to devour the lovely chocolatey donut goodness.

I'm enjoying my morning of piece and quiet, for my 12 year old brother had slept over a friends house the night before. We get along really well don't get me wrong: we threaten to stab and or punch each other in the throat on a daily basis, but it's always in a jokingly manner. Its just that he's obnoxious and loud. Also, both my parents are at work.

I jump onto the couch and swing my legs over the side. The cool brown leather feels nice against the back of my milky white legs. I grab my iPod and start to scroll through my Instagram timeline.