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Hey. I am (Y/n) and I am starting my senior year in college. The best college in town.
Personally I feel college is stupid.
If it was up to me, I would have skipped it.
My Mom didn't allow though.
Everywhere, parents rule! Gosh.
I lived alone in the city in my small cozy, apartment.
Giving a brush up of my previous schooling life, I'd say I clearly didn't fit in ANYWHERE.
Generally there are two types of peeps in colleges. One was the rich-bitch-mean kind and other were the shy-nerds-afraid-of-everything kind.
You would be wondering where did I belong?
People, I am a legend.
I belonged to a third category, the rich-bitch-nerd. Like the first category I was rich and mean, and like the second I was a school-holic with good grades. Because I wanted to escape and to not be stuck here, I needed GREAT grades.
I wanted to be a damn singer, but the only way my parents said that they would even consider it as a career was if I got a degree.
I thought I was gonna rule and then bid adieu this year but boy was I wrong.
Just gonna say One name, Niall Horan.
A boy that found the fourth category, rich-but-humble-boy which was so called the perfect boy of his previous college. Joining here. One of the many new boys. But only I knew what kind of an asshole was he.
Let me take you all back.
Back to my first day. With him.So crunchy cookies, this the first chapter and I hope you like it so far. This is kind of small because I didn't know what to write. The chapters would be longer from the next part. And I will ask you a question after part to know. Feel free to answer.
And on an more important note, do vote and comment. Your reviews and feedbacks are appreciated but please don't be too harsh. After all, I'm just an amateur. And please read my other story 'Clues'. It's not much professional but your effort would be appreciated.
Thank you.Question: What are your names?
~SilverSnowyflakes
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