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CHAPTER I

Please read the author's note at the end of the chapter, thank you and hope you enjoy.

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SAMANTHA’S POV

nor·mal·i·ty 

Ordinariness as a consequence of being expected and not surprising.

And that’s how my life was. I kept listening Livvie’s snores while I was getting dressed into a pair of jeans and a white blouse. I look at her and roll my eyes, I’ve try everything to wake her up but she won’t, it’s exasperating.

-‘’Olivia, you better wake up if you don’t want to end up wet!’’- I yell and put my  white converse on as I grab my bag and books. Should I get a glass of water and throw it to her face? Am I that mean? No. But at least I hope that wakes her up.     -‘’Whoa, I didn’t know you were into girls, Sam. But I’m not surprised, at all. You’ve got one boyfriend in your life.’’- She chuckles stretching her full body and I throw a pillow at her. She knows why I’ve only had one boyfriend, it’s the only one that my parents have accepted. And I mean who wouldn’t he was incredibly handsome, studying laws at the same college as I am, and was a gentleman. We broke up because he was moving to Australia.Man, I really liked him. I sigh and look at Livvie.  

-‘’You’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up. Your first class is in less than an hour and mine’s in ten minutes, so bye!- I kiss her cheek  sonorously and start walking out of our department. –’’I made pancakes for breakfast!’’- I shall better hurry for Mr. Wright’s class if I want to tell him about my idea.    

I get to Mr. Wright’s class and sit down at the back of the classroom. I’m not the type of girl who sits at the front to get good grades. I don’t need to, it all just works by paying attention and writing everything you think it’s important. Well I’ve done that since I’m in middle school and it works. I can’t stand the people who are lazy and just pay college for nothing. He starts writing the important dates on the musical history, so as the greatest composers like Bethoven, Mozart, and Bach.

While write I start to imagine myself performing for a huge auddience, everyone listening to the sound that comes out of my violin as I play it happily. That’s all I want to do, playviolin. When I was younger and teachers asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up I always answered that I wanted to be a famous musician, a violinist, to be more exact. I started playing it since I was seven years old and haven’t stopped. Mrs. Rivvone, another teacher of mine, think sthat I could be one of the biggest violinist’s of our decade. And no one will stop me from fulfilling my dream. I mentally smile but then I remember that if I want to be the best I have to stop dreaming and work harder.

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Harry’s POV

 nor·mal·i·ty 

The state of being that is average; indicates normality but with connotations of mediocrity.

And that’s what I wanted to get out of. Normality. Some think being normal is good, or that normal is not having defects. Bullshit. Being normal is worse than being abnormal, because you’ll never stand out in life. With my twenty-two years I haven’t met someone who is different from everyone else. They are just afraid of meeting their inner ‘self’ .

I look to my side and she’s gone. Not that I care for her but it’d be great to wake up next to the one you love. I yawn and stretch  getting off my bed. My parents told me that we have a party tomorrow. Yikes. I don’t like going to those parties, all they do is talk about other’s peoples miserable lives. I get in the bathroom and take off my clothes opening the shower and getting in.

After I finish I dry my body with the towel the housekeeper has left me. I grab a pair of black jeans and put them on so as a blackshirt. What can I say, I love black. I chuckle. Why do I always talk to myslef? Oh yeah, because I barely have friends, only those idiots. LiamPayne, the one whotakesthe responsabilty of most of our acts. But he is amazing to hang out with. Louis Tomlinson, the oldest of us but he still doesn’t know how to drive a car properly, that’s why I’ll never borrow him mine. Niall Horan, the irish who laughs at everything, I swear. He still laughs when he’s asleep. And Zayn Malik, my best friend who I’ve known for more than  twelve years. He’s been there more than my own family. I walk downstairs and smile at Mrs. Hoffman, the housekeeper, she’s in her mid-sixties and she’s the only one I actually like in the whole house, she’slike a second mother to me.

-’’Harry, how didy ou sleep?’’- Sheasks me and starts cooking for what I’ve smelled are pancakes as I sit down. ‘’Quite good, I must say.’’ She looks at me and rolls her eyes – ‘’Don’t think I didn’t see that girl leaving in the morning’’ She hits my arm with a pan and I glare at her ‘’Ouch! What was that for?! I am young and I can do whatever I want, Martha.’’ He gives me a plate full of pancakes with a glass of orange juice and stares at me .-’’Not while you live in this house’’-  I start eating,mocking her words in a funny way in my head ''Not while you live in this house'', she always tells me the same, and as always, I don't respond. Then I remember all the work I have to do and close my eyes breathing deeply, it will be a long, longday.

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Okay, I know is not a long chapter but if I keep it like that I'll update more often c;

Idk what to say about this I'm excited because it's my first fanfiction, but scared because you guys may not like my writing. Sorry for not being so descriptive but I'll try my best since my first language is Spanish.

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