Sorry I haven't Posted in a while. It's because I was really busy with school work, my computer was down and I am still getting the hang of writing on watt pad because this is my first story ever! I would really appreciate it if I got votes and comments so I know wether to continue this story of not!!!!!!!!!! So anyways back to the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Christina's POV)
After passing the gates to my new home/school I opened the double doors and was hit with a gust of cold air. God, do these people know what a heater is?:) I thought to myself as I made it up to the front desk. There was an old lady that looked like she was about 50 years old with salt and pepper hair and brown eyes. She was concentrated on her computer so I didn't want to disturb her but then her face turned from a concentrating one to a constipated one. I bursting out laughing. When she heard me she looked up at me embarrassed and then gave me a glare that made me sober up quick.
"How may I help you this evening?" She asked in a bored tone.
"Um... I'm new here and I was just wondering if I could have my dorm key and my schedule." I asked nervously. I had never been much of a person to talk to people hence why I'm stuck here.
"Name please?" Damn does she have manners or was she born rude?
"Christina Smith."
"Ah yes, your dorm room is # 865 fifth floor in the east wing."
I wasn't sure where anything was since there wasn't any signs or arrows and each hallway was the same color(White) and miss rude over hear probably wouldn't separate her lazy ass from the computer long enough to show me, so all I said was thank you and went on my way. I rushed to a hallway that I thought was the east wing, hoping that I would find my room and go to sleep.
I was starting to freak out when I came past a room. The number said #850. I was so excited that I finally found my damn room that I ran as fast as I could down the hall with all my belonging in tow.(Just in case your wondering. Christina doesn't have much.)I finally reached the end of the hallway and saw a door that was second to last that had #865 on it.
I was wondering if my dorm was better looking then my old room back home because the door looked brand new and that's different from what I heard from my friends Helen and Kelli. The door was a tannish brown and it even had a peephole!After about five minutes of admiring the door I realized that I still had my stuff around me and if anyone were in the hallway they would probably call me a freak.
My room was in average size and condition. There was a desk, a mirror, a closet, a computer and a twin size been. I was so tired that I didn't even bother to unpack. I fell back onto my new bare mattress ready to relax about tomorrow when all of a sudden I heard heavy metal rock coming from next door on my right.
Filled with anger I forgot all about my shyness and slammed my door shut behind me and banged on the door next to me.
"Turn down the fucking music! I'm trying to sleep!"
Finally after banging on the door for what felt like forever the door finally opened! I gasped at what I saw....
James Thomson
I was so shocked to see him that I couldn't cover up the blush that made its way to my face.
"Listen I just got here and..."
"Christina!"
I felt anger but relief at the same time so I put on a smile and said "What are you doing here!"
"My mom wanted me to experience what it was like to be on my own. What about you?"
"Um.. I rather not say." I saw the uncertainty in his eyes but he managed to nod in agreement.
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The perfect Guy... Or maybe NOT!!!
Novela JuvenilChristina Smith was a nobody and her mom couldn't stand it, so she sent her off to a Boarding school in El Paso. When she arrived she thougt she would start fresh that is until she meets an old crsh. On top of a new intrest comes her way....
