Time repeats
Ahh, here we resume, with me dragging my friend along the hallway, attempting to walk fast enough to get to the nurse without getting caught.
Fine, you're right. We need to go back a little bit, we need to rewind and take this from the beginning.
Alright.
What do you know about me...?
I'm scared of the sun and I type fast, right?
Peachy, just peachy!
Okay, maybe you need more information? So greedy of you.
So hey, my name's Ava. I am in college and I live in the same room as a certain girl named Brooklyn. You see, there is tons more to this sorry that I need to fill in.
We resume where we left off in our last encounter, a cloudy/partly rainy day, I keep falling asleep while Brooklyn hovers over me and reads my stories about a girl with demons and chasing and sunshine.
Okay fine, you're curious with what's wrong with me and sunshine? Chill, I'll explain later.
So my and Brooklyn are sharing a room and we decide to get to know each other better, and to go out for coffee, being weak for whipped cream, I decide to go with her.
I bring my laptop, a blue chromebook decorated with cheap stickers from ski resorts and places that I went with my family. I also bring a pencil in case I need to write anything down that wouldn't be written on my computer... I don't know, okay?
I put these items in my messenger back and walk next to Brooklyn, a girl with strait dirty blonde hair and heels even though she didn't need them. She wore a crop-top and waist high jeans. I, however, wore a sweatshirt and jeans, accompanied by my hair thrown in a messy bun, and not the hot kind, the "I obviously didn't sleep last night and lost my hairbrush" kind. I slide my glasses up my nose and glance at Brooklyn, texting while walking. We walk into Starbucks a/n: don't sue me and sit down across from each other at a two person table. We order a little bit later and then we sip our drinks not even talking like we had agreed.
So I decide to spark up conversation.
"So where's your family from? Like your history and stuff... heritage... I don't know." I stuttered. She looked up and nodded. "We're from Australia." I smiled. "That's cool, is it neat there?" She laughed. "I don't know, I wasn't born there, I was born in Washington state and moved here to New Jersey." I nodded and smiled. "I moved here from Northern India... long story. My foster family lived there. That's where I've lived my whole life, now I'm here on a scholarship. Yeah, long story. And I flew here just today so I know basically nothing about anything, haha." Brooklyn's eyes kept getting wider and wider as my story went on. "Oh my god..." was all she could say. I smiled at her and glanced back down at my laptop.
I didn't look too much like I was from India. I had my brown hair tied in a basic bun like I said before and my skin was barely tanned from the sun, but not enough for anyone to assume anything, which I would hope they didn't. A face is a face, no matter what the race, right?
I sip the last bit of my coffee and look up to Brooklyn. "You want to head back? Also your name is really wordy are there any nicknames I can call you by?" She smiled and said, "Lyn works. I also go by Brook if you'd like." I nodded. My name was too short to abbreviate, so I didn't suggest any nicknames for me.
Suddenly Lyn made a face like she realized something. "What's your number so I can call or text you?" I made a face and said, "I don't have a phone, my foster family wasn't the best...." she nodded and thought for a second. "I could give you my old one, would that work?" I nodded.
Heading back to the dorm, I trip and land face first. I can't tell you what happened next, it's sort of a blur...
