Prologue

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Hey. So, my names Olivia, but everyone calls me Liv. I've just graduated from Redtill high school and I'm currently looking for colleges near to home. I'm average height I guess, slim, flat chested (the worst type of 'chested'), I have browny blonde hair, I suppose you could say it looks a little bit like dirty dishwater after Sunday dinner!
'DING DONG'

The sound of the doorbell rang through out the house, signalling to me that Nat had arrived to pick me up. I hurriedly saved my work, slammed the lid of my laptop down and stuffed it into my favourite patchwork bag. Sprinting down the stairs and almost falling flat on my face, I nipped into the kitchen and picked up an apple for my breakfast (seens as I hadn't had time to make any) and ran to answer the front door. "Hey there grumpy," a familiar voice sounded. "Hi." I replied, with all the enthusiasm of a spoon. I was not a morning person at all, especially when I had to get up extra early just to finish some stupid work I didn't do. "Hey I know you're tired," Nat said in a calming voice, swinging his arm round my shoulders and pulling me into his side," but why don't we stop by at the coffee shop on the way in and get you a mocha? Just how you like it? My treat!" He smirked, a smile lingering on his perfect lips. "Well, I suppose that would be okay, only if you're paying though!" I replied, accompanied by a light punch on his arm. "Okay, okay, I guess that's fine." He sighed, leading me over to his red convertible which was parked on the pavement outside my house. Nat has been my bestest friend for about seven years now. We do everything together, and our parents are as close as anything! Meeting him in middle school was honestly the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I just know that he's one of those friends that I will be able to rely on for the rest of my life! As thoughts of mine and Nat's past whizzed through my head, I felt a soothing hand rest itself on my leg, immediatley calming my mind. "Thank you," I said, turning and flashing him a smile and a cheeky wink. "That's okay sweetheart, anything for you." He cooed, slowly pulling away from my drive.

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