Don't let your mind fool you, don't let it let you think something has happened but it hasn't happened. Life isn't how it seems. Things go wrong when you think it's getting better. You could have a happy ending if you just try. Read to continue goin...
"Do you girls need to go see a doctor?" The policeman asks.
"No, sir." We say in unison.
"Okay, well, we are going to take y'all to the Stanford police station. Talk to them, change colleges if you would like." He says.
Hmm, changing colleges does not sound like a bad idea. I hope Amelia thinks so also. We need to get away from here and away from home.
"I hope you are thinking what I am thinking." Amelia quietly says.
"What?" I say, confused.
"I think we should go to plan B college." She says. "You know, to get away from here and home." Plan B college is the college we decided to go to if Stanford did not work out.
"I..... think that is a great idea." I say.
"Cal-arts it is." We say in Unison.
A few hours later and we are sitting in front of a sheriff.
"So, would y'all like to change colleges, to get away from here?" The sheriff says.
"Yes." We say.
"Alright, give me the name of the college and where it is located." He says.
"The college name is California institute of the arts, in Valencia California. Some may call it Cal-arts." I explain.
"Alright, I will have this police officer right here take y'all back to the college." The Sheriff says.
°°Next Day°°
I get up and get some clothes to get a shower. By the time I got back last night Newt was asleep and I was too tired to do anything. I didn't even eat, and I was starving. I was just way too tired.
As I get out the shower I notice how bad I look. I look like I have not slept. I'll just put a little make up on to look a little better.
I walk out into the living room and I see Newt cooking pancakes. I walk into the mini kitchen and open the fridge to get a glass of orange juice.
"Want something to eat? I heard when you came in last night so I know you went straight to bed. You must be hungry." Newt says.
"Yeah, sure." I say as I sit down.
Newt puts pancakes with nutella on the top like I like it. on a plate. I see the food and my stomach growled real loud. Newt busted out laughing then. I began eating, these are so good. I am so thankful that he is not questioning me.
Suddenly I get a phone call from an unknown number. I answer it and put it on speaker phone.
"Hello?" I question.
"Hello, is this Alexandra Adams?" The woman says.
"This is her." I say confused.
"My name is Brenda, I am calling because the Stanford sheriff called last night. He says you and Amelia would like to be transferred to California Institute of The Arts, here in Valencia. Is this correct?" Brenda says.
"Yes ma'am, that is correct." I say.
"Alright, so we only have one dorm room left. It may be smaller than the studio apartment you are in right now, but this is all we have left. Y'all will be put in the same dorm." Brenda explains.
Smaller? Egh, as long as we are away from here.
"Okay, that is fine." I say.
"Alright, if y'all can, be here around 12 tomorrow. Lunch time." She says.
"Alright, will do, thank you." I say.
"So, leaving colleges, huh?" Newt asks.
"Yeah, we thought it would be best to leave here." I say.
"Yeah, good thinking." He says warily. He looks a bit down now.
"You should call them and go there, I'm sure they have a dorm left for a boy, you know, to get away from here. Plus, it will get you away from these immature people here." I say, hoping he comes. I call them immature because they act like they are in high school again. They are always doing pranks on him.
"I'll think about it." He says.
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