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[edited] prologue;

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SUNNY SOOFIANI

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ELLINOR RASMUSSEN

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WARNING

swearing, sexual content, violence/abuse

norwegian translations are shitty, I ain't norwegian, and I try my best, but really shitty.

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[summary at end of prologue]

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MARS 30 2015
mandag 12.15

   'Enjoying the Easter break?' a sleek voice jolted Ellinor Rasmussen from her phone screen.
   'Uh, ja,' the 15-year-old girl replied in an exasperated voice; her usual voice, 'Du?' she questioned, looking up to the person in front of her. He was tall, not too much taller than her 5 foot 10 frame, though. Handsome, undeniably, he had dark hair and a sharp face, his body built but lean.
'Great, great...' the male mumbled, his words quiet under his flirtatious smile, 'What sch-'
'Elli!' a barista called, alerting Ellinor that her drink was ready, interrupting the stranger's babble. Ellinor; Elli; gave a curt nod to the barista and took her drink (double shot skinny cappucino- always) and moved aside to another counter to collect a spoon and a sugar. The stranger followed.
'What school do you go to?' he asked, presenting himself to Elli as a school student, something (given his physical appearance) she would not have guessed. He could just be a creep guy though, perving on teenage girls. Elli hoped he wasn't, however, as then she would have to feel bad about thinking he was the hottest guy she'd ever seen.
'Uh Sofienberg Skole, '99.' she replied a small smile playing on her lips as she poured a sachet of sugar into her drink, holding eye contact with the male in front of her.
He chuckled lightly with surprise. 'Løkka? Løkka? I would not have picked you as a Løkka girl!' he exclaimed, earning a mock-offense gasp from the dark-haired teen in front of him.
'A Løkka girl? Nei! I am from Sofienberg, drittsekk, not Grünerløkka!' She replied defensively. The boy winced.
'Ehhhh...' Elli shot him a glare, 'alright, alright, that's a little better-' He stopped short and looked her up and down, then smiled contently, 'you're a park chick.' he stated.
  'Huh?'
  'You live along the park, right?' he asked, resting his hand on the bench in front of Elli, leaving mere inches between the two.
  Elli flushed. 'Uh, yeah, but-'
'I fucking knew it!' the teen exclaimed, grinning stupidly.
'Knew what? That I'm a 'park chick'? What the fuck is that?' Elli questioned, sipping carefully from her take-away cup.
'You're one of the rich chicks who lives along the park, thinking you're better than your suburb. You got the look sweetheart, trust me, I've met the lot of you-' the boy shut his mouth quickly, judging the look on Elli's face, 'Well! I should go...'
Elli looked at him curiously, 'You haven't even ordered yet?'
He smirked, and leaving her question unanswered, replied: 'Look, I'm throwing a party this Saturday, it's gonna be massive- I'm trying to get as many people as I can to come. Mostly Nissen second years, but first and thirds will be there as well. Come, bring someone if you like, I don't care if its someone you met on street, get as many people as you can to join. 9 o'clock, Observatoriegata 14, Vika.'
Elli laughed nervously, 'I'm not even a first year though-' she began, cut off by the boy's head leaning into her own, his mouth by her ear.
In a sensual whisper he spoke, 'With a face like that, beautiful, that'll be the last thing people will be thinking about.' He pulled back and began walking away, 'See you there!' He shouted over his shoulder. Elli scuttled after him.
'Wait! I didn't even get your name.' She said, clutching her cup firmly in her hands as she waited a reply.
With a hollywood-like hair flip and a dazzling grin, the mystery boy turned his head to face the unknowing young girl.
'William.'