Chapter 1

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I can feel the sweat dripping down my back as I run to the bus stop. No, not today. I am not going to miss the bus today. When you work an 8-hour shift and have to chase after little kids all day, you would not want to miss the bus either. I squint my eyes and see the top of the bus approaching the stop. Thank God! After a week like the one I just had, all I want to do is go home and do nothing. The bus door opens and I can feel the cool air hit my face. I swear I moaned in thanks as it was so hot outside due to it being the end of August. The weather has been super humid and it has been super hot lately. I took a seat in the back of the bus and pulled out my phone to begin scrolling through Instagram. I noticed that I got 200 likes on my most recent photo that Venus convinced me to post. It was a picture of me at the beach with my blonde hair glowing in the sun and I was smiling from ear to ear. We were playing one of my favourite sports, volleyball. It was also the time where Cara fell on her face and got a bunch of sand in her mouth. Love the girl, but she has no grace, none whatsoever. It really was a nice picture. I look below and see Angelica's comment:

You looking amazing girl as always <3

She is honestly one the sweetest people I know. I like to call her a real Disney princess because she basically is one. She is always kind and compassionate about what she does. I mean, she is in school for social work which is the least self-serving profession out there. On top of that, I feel like I can tell her anything. Honestly, I feel like I can tell any of my friends/roommates anything. We all met during our first year of university. I was terrified. I literally had a breakdown when my parents left my little dorm room and went back to our country house in Stompinville. Stompinville was and still is my home. It's where I have spent the majority of my life riding horses. It is a small town where most of the citizens lived in tiny farm houses with massive plots of land. There are no Walmarts, no malls where you could get access to Victoria Secret and there was definitely no clubs to party in. The only thing that was there was a local grocery store. Now, do not get me wrong, I did love the town, but I always wanted something more. When I came to Hamilton it was different. It's not like the small town that I used to know. It's definitely busier. Hamilton is full of lots of people with houses that are crammed next to each other and if you walked down the block, you could get access to a bunch of grocery stores. It was definitely a lot for someone like me. When I went to visit McMaster University, it was beautiful with all the trees and old buildings. It reminded me of Hogwarts from Harry Potter. I used to always daydream about what it would be like to go there and talk to all the interesting people around. When I finally got there, all I could think about was the possibility of failing all my classes and not being able to make any new friends. I also worried about disappointing my family. After all, I am an only child and going to school was a dream that my parents were not able to fulfill for themselves. So, when they left my tiny little room, I sat there scared that if I left the safety of the room, I would be rejected immediately from the people in my residence. Suddenly, a girl walks in with vibrant ombre pink hair. I look over and a big smile appears on her face.

"So are you ready to have some fun?"

When those words were spoken, all the worries and doubts in my mind went away. I smiled back at her and responded

"Hell yeah!"

"By the way, I'm Venus but you can call me V, if you so choose."

"My name is Denise."

"Well, Denise I hope you are not one of those crazy roommates that I keep hearing stories about because that shit is messed up."

"I know I am not crazy but, I cannot say the same about you."

When I spoke these words, Venus began laughing her face off and I could not help but join in.

"Well Denise, I think we are going to get along really well then."

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