I guess you could call it a love story. Danisnotonfire♥

okay guys, I've been plucking up the corage to put this online for a while now, so as you can probably guess, I'm new here, anyway I hope you enjoy :D
As the alarm sounded I buried my head in the pillow, I groaned , groggy as I turned my alarm off, the bright light from my phone blinded me for a few seconds , as I pulled the sheets off myself in an attempt to get up. I wasn't used to getting up this early , but today was my first day of University. I hadn't had much sleep the night before, as I stayed up most of the night wondering what uni would be like, of course, it won't be as fun as I think It should be...as I am studying law...I didn't really want to study it, but I got pused into it by my parents, besides I don't know what else to do with my life, so law is a good way to go.

I headed to my bathroom to go ahead with my morning routine, shower, blowdrying my hair, straightening my hair,doing my makeup,  making that bit of an extra effort for my first day.

I walked back into my room and put on an outfit I set up yesterday, black frilly shorts with a denim collar shirt tucked in , and as usual , my converse.

I headed downstairs to the kitchen to make myself breakfast before I go, and I'm greeted with my parents..I sit down at the breakfast bar and eat my favorite cereal, lucky charms, and watch them ramble on  about things I need to remember ,they always whine at me for not paying attention, hence, while I daydream about what Uni will be like, I wanted to go far away from here, somewhere my parents couldn't check on me every hour...so Manchester it is.

I looked at my phone, and realised I'm going to be late for the train, great . I literally had about five minutes to leave the house if I was to get there in time, and knowing my parents, and how they will make the "goodbyes" ten times as painful as they should be, I will be late.

I ran upstairs to get my suitcase and handbag, quickly brushing my teeth, I ran back downstairs to find my mum tearing up..I hugged my mum, tight

"I'll miss you" I hear her mumble,

"miss you too mum, alright " I say pulling away "time for me to go" I say emotionless, as I try and make a quick escape

I know hugs and tears arent my dads kind of thing, so he gives me a pat on the back and some helpful advise "just get you're head down, and you'll do fine" ...my dad never was the emotional type, I open the door , and wave my parents good bye. My mum is still crying, I feel sorry for my dad for having to put up with her constant sobbing.

I ran to the train station which , thankfully is only a five minutes away , and surprisingly,  I don't miss my train, well, trains are always late, but I can't help feeling I just wasnt supposed to miss it.

As the train starting moving I put my earphones in, still wondering what university will be like, wondering if I will actually make friends, wondering if I'll fit in and find a click...wondering if I will just be the little freak that sits by herself..

Before I knew it I had arrived at Manchester, I took out my earphones, and stretched, grabbed my suitcase and headed out. I got outside and hailed a cab, giving the driver a piece of paper with the adress of the University, poped my headphones back in and slowly felt myself drifting off into a snooze.

"Hey , girl, we're here" the cab driver said loudly to wake me up.

I jolted and quickly stepped out of the cab, dragging my suitcase with me. Here it was, the University. Right next to what looked like a rape factory next door. Brilliant. The windows had bars on them...it looked like a prison. I was starting to think maybe Manchester wasn't the best place to get a law degree.

I stepped inside the building . It was literaly a shit hole. Suddenly a perky woman in her late fourtys with a badge that said "Sue" written on walked over to me.

"Hello there, are you Skylar Jones?"

I nodded my head , as she lead me on campus , handing me a timetable , she escorted me out of the buiding into another building next door , telling me this is where I would be staying, she handed me a key and showed me to my room.

"good luck" she said and walked off.

So far I hadn't seen anyone , so I decided now would be a good time to unpack, my room was tiny, barely big enough to stand up in , I had my bed prest into a corner and a desk at the other side of the room...they were about 10 centimeters from touching eachother..infront of the bed was a reasonable sized wardrobe,  I quickly started to unpack, before I knew it , my room looked almost cosy, I even had a window above the desk. okay, the window had bars, but it was better than nothing.I just sat on my bed, staring into space.

I jumped as I heard a door slam next door, and I assumed that the person in the next room was having an argument. I heard yelling through the paper thin walls, but they weren't thin enough to make out what he or she was saying, it sounded like a mans voice, yet it wasnt very deep...it was quite high-pitched. I heard the door open next door, and my inner gossip wanted to know who this person was, I ran to my door and swung is open, and I heard a very loud thud.

Great I've been here ten minutes and I've already smashed someones face on my door. I closed the door quickly and went to help the poor soul I had just beaten up .

The boy just put his hand on his forehead and rubbed it

"well, that hurt" he said , laughing it off

"oh god, I'm so sorry, I'm so clumsy" I said with my hands over my mouth

the boy just laughed

"its alright, whats you're name?"

"Skylar , but call me Skyee , you?"

"Dan" said the boy still rubbing his forehead.

okay, there you go, I'm not sure if I've made this too obvious, but meh, its my first try! um...so yeah, review and stuff, even hater coments are encoraged, anything to make my writting better :D  btw, if you actually care enough to read this, I love you already, (and you look fabulous btw ;) ) I'll be posting recently, maybe like twice a week , I dunno, I hope you care enough to read the next chapter, anywaay until next time bitchachos :D