Can't Stop Loving You

chapter 1

A/N

Hello there *waves hand*

so im just trying something out! I am all open for ideas!

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~FLASHBACK~

"Mum?" I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks,

"Yes baby?" she croaked,

"Are you gonna come back home soon?"

She didnt reply, she simply stared down at me, tears streaming down her cheeks,  stroking my hair, but that was enough to answer my question...

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"Sareena?.....Sareena Marie Madison?"

"Yes?" I looked up to find the secretary, who brought me in here just a few minutes ago, looking at me in confusion and worry, it was then that I realised i had tears.

I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand and smiled at her, she politely smiled back, "The principle will see you now,"

I followed her directions into the office.

"Miss Madison, pleasant day?" an old short woman sitting on the other end of a huge desk reaches her hand out for me, I politely shake it,

"Yes ma'am," I smile.

"You can call me Mrs.Humpkin, please take a seat," she nods towards a leather chair, I do as told.

"I am just going to brief you up alittle before I can give you your new dorm room key," I nodd in response.

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"Your roommate Chancy has been informed that you will be sharing a dorm, it will be her responsibility to show you around, here is your key and spare, this is the map you will be needing to get around the campus and to find your room, i hope you have a pleasant time here at Hemingbrough high." Mrs.Humpkin says before dismissing me.

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When I get out of the admission block, I reach out for the map I was given, hoping I will be able to find my way around. I consentrate on the map infront of me trying to make sense of it while walking..

"What The Fuck??" we say in unison.

Im on the floor. That ass.i look up to find a young guy, probably my age wiping spilt coffee off of his sleeve.

"You bitch, watch were your going next time! you got coffee alover my sleeve!" he says rather loudly, i sence his thick british accent.

"Me, Dude! you got your coffee soaking my map! now how the fuck am I supposed to find my room?"

"Thats what you get for messing up my shirt," he says smirking evily.

I raise my brows at him, immature much??

I groan and walk past him, i dnt hv the tolerance for this right now. I throw the soaked map into a nearby dustbin, hopefully not every one here is as rude as him.