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i. ( Part One)

~ This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed here are fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons,living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. ~

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It's the middle of the night, me and my best friend are in the car running in circles around the town with the air blowing out in our hair if I close my eyes for a minute I can imagine me flying in the sky with the stars and the moon. It's tradition, we always do this before saying goodbye to the amazing summer we had in our beach houses or Paris, the next morning is the start of the end, finally being able to say that this is my last year in high school causes me so much happiness that I can't put into words.

But also I can already feel the pressure to make good grades and apply to the College of Law, but this isn't what I want it's what my parents want me to do it, I hate Law and the endless books with laws and articles, it's not for me.

"Can we go around one more time? " I ask my dearest friend making my eyes look bigger and blinking a thousand times per second, I don't want to go inside just yet.

"Again? It is getting late and we need to wake up early tomorrow. " She responds to me blinking just like me before. I let out a deep breath relaxing my shoulders preparing to get out of her car. Miranda Hawking, we have been friends since we're little, I was four and she was about to be four in the next weekend, we met in the Ballet; it was our first time going to the ballet classes.  I swear if it wasn't for Miranda I wouldn't have last so long in the dancing field, I prefer the art where I don't have to dance.

On the other way, Miranda loved the classes, our hair got stuck together when we're dancing and then it was the start of this amazing friendship.

Saying goodbye one last time to Miranda I get out of her car walking my way out to the front door, the flowers and trees that surround our front door are looking beautiful as always, because Mr. Snow is the best in gardening, taking my keys out of my pocket I put then in the door and being extremely careful I manage to open and go inside in the tips of my toes, as soon I was getting close to the stairs I hear someone saying my name and by the tone of the voice I suppose is my mom.

"Cornelia, do you have any idea of how late it is already? " Turning my feet in the ground and facing my beautiful mother with her baby pink silky robe and her up in a ponytail, I could see her sleeping mask resting in her forehead denouncing that she was indeed sleeping or better trying to sleep, this last few days her sleep is very light making me wonder if that is something wrong or simply something I don't know.

I just nod in agreement, knowing that it isn't worth it the headache to argue with my mom and after all, she is right. This and the fact that now she has dark circles, which is new to me.

" Go to sleep darling. I love you. " She tells me cracking a half-smile.

" Goodnight mom, love you too. " I say and then make my way out to my bedroom.

The next morning I woke at exactly 7 AM and proceed to do my morning routine as boring as it is. Doing my bed, I put on the outfit that I have already planned out the night before and heading to the bathroom I take quick a shower and use all of the 10 steps of my skincare routine not bothering to do much more I only put a black mascara and lip balm, taking my bag I finally go downstairs to have breakfast. I manage to do all of this in 25 minutes, so by the time I get to sit on the dining table I am out of breath.

As always the table is full of fruits, juice, coffee, crackers and so it goes, I found this a complete waste of food, my mother only drinks orange juice with three crackers, my father only takes his black coffee without sugar and I only drink water with some crackers or pancakes. Which is totally under control of my beautiful mother because "you cannot eat too much or else you are going to look fat and no one is going to like you", her words no mine and by the record she said that when I ten years old and didn't get invited to the birthday party of some girl in my science class.
Anyways.

" Sir. The car is ready. " Mr. Avery let us know and then my father gets up, leaving a kiss on my mom's cheeks, I get up and do the same thing and follow my dad to the car. Every morning is like that, sometimes we talk, sometimes my older brother is here so things get a little bit more fun, he is the military, and every time when I wake up and do the same things, I run downstairs as soon as I hear his contagious and loud laugh while my mom tries really hard make him laugh as "normal" as possible.

Mr. Avery, the driver, opens the door of the 1951 Mercedes-Benz Type 300 Limo that I have no idea of what this means but my father got really excited and wouldn't stop bragging about, he works a lot in the office so it didn't bother me to listen to him all the times about his car, he deserves it.

Now it is official, my last year in high school has finally started and I have no clue what to do with my life. Having only two options Law School or get married and I don't any of this.