He was the boy every college girl dreamed of dating. He was funny, talented, and really fun to be around. Yes he was the ultimate school player, he would have girlfriend after girlfriend and somehow still keep his reputation. Until one day Alivia Du...
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Alivia Durrant
"What do you see yourself doing in the future Alivia?" Awkward silence, "Alivia? Are you okay?" Still silence, "Earth to Alivia, are you going to talk!"
"Oh god! Sorry, yes." I jumped almost completely out of my chair when I realized I was staring oddly into space. Currently, I'm at a college interview. Being socially awkward ruins my chances of getting into any college— or into any activity period. Every time someone tries to start a conversation with me, I ruin it all by saying something ridiculous. So I'm basically at this interview for no reason.
"Are you going to answer my question or-"
"Yes!" I shouted, covering my mouth afterwards because I probably sounded annoyed, "In the future, I see myself writing books; my stories are something I'd like people to read, and understand my personality," It took me forever to answer the question but I knew exactly what it was this whole time.
"You want to be an author? I see," The tall man eyed me as if he was questioning my choice. I noticed him narrow his glasses downwards, and examine a sheet of paper I had filled out moments before. It didn't worry me that he was looking at my grades also. Because unlike others, I was a straight A student, "Well. Maybe this college-"
"Isn't for me?" I interrupted, getting ahead of myself as usual, "Sorry, continue."
He rolled his eyes probably for the tenth time in a row, "At first, I knew for a fact you weren't going to pass this interview. I mean.. you can't have a good conversation with anyone," what a dick head, "But now that I kind of understand you, I'm starting to change my mind."
"Really! That's a good thing, right?" I began clapping my hands out of excitement, and jumping out of the stiff chair.
"Yes, it's a good thing. Calm down," He widened his eyes, motioning me to sit back in the chair because my reaction was quite childish.
"Okay, great. What do I need to do?"
He rubbed his chin full of tiny whiskers, "You'll need to write a five paragraph story for me. On you," He pointed my direction, "Just so I can get to know you better."
God, why does everyone ask me to write things for them? I only write fictional stories.. or fanfiction. But he wanted me to write a story about me. The girl who has the most boring life— anyone could ask for.
I cringed for a moment, as my wild imagination pictured me standing on top of dancing mushrooms. Watching bee's sing a song to me, as I surrounded myself in purple pieces of paper— this is one of the many reasons I was not normal. "Okay. When is this paper due?" I shook my head to try to regain focus.
"In a week, so next Monday," He stated with a half smile, "If I like it, you'll start college Wednesday."
Oh, my Jesus of gardania.. I've always wanted to be a part of Trailblazer University. The one school where normal people got to go. Was I about to be considered normal? This was a if moment for me. I could finally prove to everyone that I'm not too awkward to attend any college. But no one's actually told me any of that.. so don't listen to me.
