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Part-time violinist and full-time procrastinator, Jackie Picot, has a total of five problems after only the first week of starting Battersea, University of London.
1) Her flatmate keeps having sex with a bloke Jackie knows will eventuall...
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PRESTO.
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When change occurred, Jackie could feel it in the very pit of her stomach. The kind of feeling that would leave her trembling for no apparent reason, her whole body occasionally moving with a shiver, and leave her mouth dried up. As the farm she had lived on her whole life disappeared from view, it finally dawned on Jackie that she was leaving her old house, her old life, her old self, behind. Going away to university was something she had always wanted to do, but now that the day was here, she wasn't so sure she wanted to leave Hawkley after all. Her whole life, Jackie had lived in Hawkley, Hampshire with her dad - George -, mum – Allison -, and little bother – Edward – and she knew no other life but the one in her little village, on her small family farm, surrounded by the best people the world had to offer.
Jackie had grown up among empty fields filled with possibilities and lush pine trees, the sort that would eventually be sold off as Christmas trees as November rolled around. George Picot was known for his Christmas trees, and all her life Jackie had helped cutting trees, sowing them, measuring them, and anything else her dad needed her help for. On a huge field outside their stone cottage were rows upon rows of pine trees, some having just been sown, others having stood there for years and ready to be shipped off to Christmas tree sellers across Hampshire. Walking among the trees, knowing that they would bring hundreds of families happiness, made everything inside Jackie sing with bliss. Jackie had set her mind on taking over the family business of planting and selling Christmas trees, their potatoes and other vegetables, as well as milk from their cows, because it was all Jackie had known her whole life. This was safe. Hawkley and the Picot Farm was safe.
But then one day, Jackie had picked up a violin at Music class at school when she was 12, and all she had known and loved before didn't stand a chance. The violin, its four strings, and the bow suddenly became the loves of Jackie's life. For seven years she had played the violin, not a single day passing by without feeling the wood and strings of it underneath her fingertips. She had known then, without a shadow of a doubt, that she wanted nothing but to play and create music for the rest of her life, with her violin under her chin and happiness laced around her heart.
