"The worst part is you can love someone with all your heart, but they can chose not to love you back."
Allison's pov:
"Allison! Come on! Do you want to be late for the tours?"
It took every ounce of me not to break down and start crying. My mother had been yelling since I woke up and she's still yelling even though we're almost out the door.
"I am coming Mom!"
I tied my shoe lace into a bow quickly before I ran down the stairs and out to the car.
Today my Mom was taking me to all the colleges she thought would suit me.
I was going to major in Psychology as my dream as a kid was to become a Psychologist. To this day I still want to figure out what goes on inside of people's minds. I guess this is why I'm so interested in going to Stanford University. My Mother went there when she was 18, but transferred to a different college when she was 19. It's way out in California but it's the number 1 college for Psychologists. My mother is not keen on letting me go there, but I think she would be glad to finally get rid of me. I can't say I wouldn't say the same for her, my Mom and I have never gotten along.
"Allison, you've been quite this whole ride, is something on your mind?"
I looked at my Mother who wants to know what I'm thinking about, and sighed.
"Mother I really want to go to Stanford. It has improved since you've been there! It's an amazing college, I've done all my research on it."
Her face was grave and I could tell she was not going to easily budge.
"No."
I rolled my eyes, "You'll see. You'll like the campus when we visit today."
"Allison we are not visiting Stanford for the two simple reasons of I do not want you going there, and it's too far."
My jaw almost dropped hearing her say this. We weren't even going to visit! That is solely the reason I came in this trip with her.
"Mom! Please! Please just let me go there it's my dream! Please, just give me one semester there." I begged.
I didn't think she was going to give in but she surprised me by saying, "You can have one semester there. If anything goes wrong, anything seems weird, you don't like your roommate, the classes are too hard, your friends are mean, if anything at all bad happens, you will call me and I will pick you up. Is that clear?"
I nodded my head to excited to respond.
"However, now that this is decided we will be turning this car around and going home. We aren't visiting Stanford or any other colleges. When we arrive home you will start to pack your possessions except your clothes."
She sounded like a Drill Sargent and I wanted to yell at her and say that she couldn't tell me what to do, but I was honestly excited to get packed and moved.
I smiled to myself and let my head fall against the window, as I drifted off to a sound sleep.
My mother woke me up as soon as we arrived home. Now I'm sitting in my bedroom observing everything and picturing it in a dorm. I couldn't contain my excitement early when my mother emailed Stanford that I would be joining their university.
Jumping out of my day dream I pranced around my room as I started to take down my pictures and little knick knacks I had laying around.
I hummed a little tune to myself not really knowing what song it was while filling multiple duffle bags with my possessions.
I was so excited to decorate my room I completely forgot that I could only decorate HALF of the room. I completely forgot I was living with another person! Who was going to be my roommate? Would I be able to know who I was rooming with before I went? Ugh! I just need this college to at least have strictly girl with girl roommates. I will not room with a boy.
"Mom!" I yelled from the pile of items I was in.
I heard nothing so I called again.
"MOM!"
I heard her stomp up the stairs and creak open my door.
"Yes?"
"Mother, the dorms at Stanford are not co-ed right?" I questioned hopefully.
She scoffed, "Of course they're not. I would never let my daughter room with a male."
I sighed, half with relief, half with the fact my mother doesn't trust me.
"Okay thank you. You can leave now, " I smiled sweetly at her.
She returned my smile not sensing any of my sarcasm and left my room.
I trudged to my closet and started to clean it up a bit. The floor of it was a BIT messy. Well, it had a lot of things scattered about that I had long forgotten about.
I got another duffle bag and began to fill it with the items amongst my closet floor. Some shoes, a pair of glasses, and a pair of slippers. Wow I hadn't actually wore my glasses in years. I went over to my dresser and took out my contacts, then I put on glasses and looked around the room. They almost worked better than my contacts. I decided to take them with me in case I needed them.
Just as I was about to zip up my last duffle bag I noticed a small shopping bag in the corner or my closet. I say on my floor and picked it up, ripping it open. Inside laid a bunch of picture frames.
Taking them out, I turned them over in my hands looking for a date and possibly names of the small children in the picture frames. I could tell one was my Mother and her...friend? Long lost brother? I don't know but I was taking the pictures with me because my Mother was in them. I carefully set them in my last object duffle bag, and zipped it up.
Tomorrow I would start packing my clothes, and in two weeks I would be off to Stanford.
I really couldn't contain my excitement. But I did the best I could and went to sleep with happy thoughts on my mind.
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Hello readers! Xx I hope you like this chapter. Obviously it will get a little more supernatural and scary as you get into the book. But I wanted to give a background story of Allison and her family. She is not an only child but that will come later, also her dad does not live with them, which will also come later. ;)
Thank you for reading.
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