Hello, everybody!
Yes, I know, I am working on like a gazillion books. I'm sorry! I get inspired and I get happy!
So this idea came to me in a dream, a dream I didn't forget. My apologies if you don't like it, but wait! I don't care. I'm very sorry, but I write these for my sake. I love when you guys read my stories, but PLEASE don't hate on it!
Okay, all you fangirls! Get your ships ready!
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GabriellaAfter three years, I need to come back. Don't get me wrong. Nothing was wrong. I had a panic attack. Nightmares. It was all so perfect, too perfect. I left.
I was fifteen at the time. So young and vulnerable. I had three best friends. Tia, Rose, and Amber. And this year I vowed for a difference. A change. I went to my very first, but not last high school party. I met a guy, he changed my world. We became best friends. How was I supposed to know he was so hot-tempered? Me and Grayson did everything together. My whole life fell at my feet. Great grades, great friends.
I. Had. Everything.
Until, the recurring nightmares, I was going to lose everything. I had one last panic attack, and I fled. I went three thousand miles from New York, to California. Me and my mother. My father was gone. Something I was never going to replay. I finished my high school years in homeschool.
Now here I am about to fly back to my old home. I'm going to college now. I was accepted to NYU. My dream college. Something I could never explain. I needed to go back. To prove I could. It's not like I'd run into anybody I know. This is college. Not high school.
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Grayson
I never knew why she left. All I knew is that she was gone. I never told her that I was in love. That girl. Not any girl, Gabriella. She changed me. We were best friends, I loved her, I wanted her to be mine, I never told her. I needed her. She left, she broke all contact. For a long time I grieved. Over the loss of her. No, she's not dead. But she's gone. I became a player, worse than ever. I messed with everything. I mess up everything.
My parents found out about all this, and though I am now Nineteen. I'm being forced to go to college.-----
Third person
He's forgotten her.
She remembers him.
Same college.
Neither know.
What happens?Okay, my lovelies. Here's a first short chapter. Hope you like!
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Gabriela
"Are you sure, you wanna go back?" My mother asks worriedly. I take a shaky breath looking at the airport in front of me. "Yeah, I need to go to my dream college. I don't care where it is." I say. I'm about to catch my flight to New York. In case you haven't noticed. I'm freaking out! I don't know why exactly, it's not like anyone I know would go to the same college, right? I sigh walking towards the area where they board.
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The plane ride was long, I was flying from California to New York after all.
Once I got off the plane I smelt the familiar scent of the dirty New Yorkers. Disgusting, judge mental,
Selfi- I cut my thoughts off. I bowed to never use that word again.I find my luggage easily and walk outside to hail a cab to take me to my new school. NYU happily accepted my college request seeing as I had no friends or life after I left. That gave me no excuse not to study.
"Where to?" The cheery sounding cab driver asks. "NYU campus, please" I say. After living in New York for so long (before I moved) I learned that you should ALWAYS be nice to the cab driver. They can be scary sometimes.
With a curt nod the driver pulls away.The campus is, well... It's an urban college. I thank the driver, pay the driver, and decline his offer to help me with my bags. Once I see the registration 'booth' I hurry towards it eager to begin my new life.
"Name?"
The guy with a small amount of stuble on his chin, looking to be a senior asked bored.
"Gabriella Petit" (FYI, in this book it is pronounced peh teet)
I say nervously. He looks up and hands me a packet. "In this is your dorm number, schedule, dorm key, and whatever else you need..." He says trailing off. I roll my eyes and walk away slightly shifting my duffel bag that's on my shoulder. I loom through my packet until I see the page with my dorm room on it. 416. Yes, That's one of my favorite numbers.I walk into the hallways, I see other people struggling to find their rooms as well. "402,404,406,408,410,412,414, ah ha! 416!" I say happily. I see only one bed in the room, I look at it confused, I thought people usually got a roommate. I see a note on top of the bed.
Do to, circumstances we were able to get you your very own room, in thanks of your decision to come to New York University.
- NYU
I smile happily and lay my bag on the bed. I arrived on a Saturday, which means Tomorrow I have the whole day to check out campus. I begin unpacking my things, to the left of my twins sized bed there was an oak nightstand, with a black and white lamp on it. If you sit on the bed and look to the right, there is a dresser and to the left is a... A bathroom! Yes! Other than class, I will like never have to socialize. I mentally high five myself and put all my stuff away. I didn't have a bedspread due to minimal packing. What I do have is a plush Mockingjay blanket, and memory foam pillow, it will work for now. I pull out my phone remembering I needed to call home.
"Hello?" My mother says.
"Hey mom!" I say happily.
"Oh thank god! You were worrying me!"
I smile, "Don't worry about me, guess what?" I say.
"What?"
"Because of my academic achievements I have a room all to myself" I say.
"Wow, that's great! Listen Id love to talk, but I have work. I'll call you later!" She hangs up immediately. I almost forgot that our timelines were different. Whereas it was nearly twelve a.m. here, it was merely nine a.m. back home. Though it wasn't late, I felt my eyelids dropping, heavier and heavier...-*-*-*
I loved it! I'm sorry if you disliked it, but so far this is one of my best ideas!!! I think that as long as you aren't a cliche hater, you'll like it!
Anyways, each chapter will be along the lines of 1000-1500 words.
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