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Song of the chapter ⏤ Green Light by Lorde
But I hear sounds in my mind
Brand new sounds in my mind
But, honey, I'll be seein' you 'ever I go
But, honey, I'll be seein' you down every road
I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

Question of the chapter : if you could listen to one song for the rest of your life which one would you choose?

| I don't believe in luck or fate, but that day was meant to be. It's ironic, really. How the worst day of your life could be the worst day of your life too. How bittersweet. The start and the end of something. .. |

▬ chapter 1 ▬

I rub my eyes as I gain consciousness. I am so tired and I wish I could just go back to sleep. My bed is so comfortable and I want to stay here forever. Under the covers, safe from all the problems of this world. Today is Monday. Monday's suck. Meeting her, even more. But I have no choice. I groan and complain as I drag myself off my comfortable bed- it was truly painful- and get up to take a shower.

I take the shower as fast as I can, brush my hair and get dressed.
I'm decide on a pair of ripped jeans, a tank top that says 'fuck you' and a pair of sneakers.
I am not trying to impress her, as you can see. Very mature of me. Especially the tank top. Then I decide to do my makeup, using concealer to hide the fact that I haven't been sleeping, doing my usual pink eyeshadow underneath my eye, and mascara.

After I am all set to leave, I grab my keys from the counter while I shout for Sara that I will be gone for the next 2 hours or so. She mumbles something that sounds like 'alright' from the couch, where she is soundly sleeping.

She was sleeping on the couch, even though she had her own room. That's Sara for you.
Sara and I were roommates. Met during summer when I accidentally spilled coffee all over her and let's just say it was hate at first sight. But when we saw each other again at the start of college, we clicked. A long story for another day. When I first saw Sara, I thought she was a bitch, and she is, but I love her even more about it. She is weird, but in the best way. I can always count on her to tell me the truth.

We decided to become roommates since we were both in college. And now 8 months later we are still going strong.
I am so grateful to have her in my life. Even though she is a pain in my ass.
I smile to myself as I leave the apartment we rented together and hop in my car.

The road to "Hill" is really feeling like a death sentence. That's what Elizabeth Hill does to you. She has the ability to turn anything into a horrible experience. One of her many talents.

I turn the radio on. 'A world alone' by Lorde is playing. This song is one of these songs that just gets you in a mood. It is laced with nostalgia.

It just makes you feel everything. I hate people. And more so hate people talking. Nowadays people are so fake. Telling you what you want to hear, just to get something out of you. Trust me, I would know.

So I listen to this song, driving past huge buildings, past people hurrying up to get somewhere.

I decide that I am in desperate need of caffeine. So I stop at a coffee shop near "Hill". It's not Starbucks, but hey, I am in desperate need of caffeine, anywhere I can get it. And some breakfast would be good.

A bell dings as I open the door, announcing my arrival. Not that anyone cares. Everyone is on their phones doing whatever. I take a seat at a table near the windows so I can look at people on the street. Oh, and also think about how depressing my life is right now. There are waiters wearing blue shirts and they are just passing by me without even acknowledging me. I wait and wait, no one is noticing me yet.  This is not a self-service coffee place so I have to wait for someone to come get my order. As I am waiting, and getting impatient, I notice a man in a blue shirt pass by me, the waiter.