I could felt the cold wind touching my neck and sending shivers through my spine. Green eyes appeared in front of me…
“I didn’t love you Sam… no one would ever.” He said and brushed his lips to my cold cheek, sending shivers down my spine. This was real.
Im on the edge of the highest building of Florida, Im lost, dazed, and confused.
I hear a gun shot.
I fall.
“But you’ll love me forever.”
Im about to crashed to the floor when…
“SAMANTHA WAKE UP!” I noticed that someone was shaking me; I can’t open my eyes. I was stuck in this stupid dream, I wanted to be stuck in it. I needed to die and feel Charlie's lips once again.
Then I remember I’m in England and that this was just a nightmare.
I took a deep breathe and look at a blurry person that later turned out to be Perrie, she was looking at me with her eyes open, she looked scared.
“You were crying while you were sleeping Samie, are you alright?” She leaned closer and start stroking my hair.
“I’m alright, it was just a nightmare.” I was still shocked and sobbing while talking, I felt my face hot and wet. I whiped the tears off my face.
“Well, its already 6:50 am. If you want to take a shower, the big welcoming its at 7:30.” Perrie said rubbing her eyes, she stood up and held my hand.
I hated looking this weak infront of people.
“Im sorry for waking you up, I-I’ll just take a quick shower.” I quickly stood up and started grabbing my clothes from my closet.
“No problem sweetie, want some breakfast?” she looked at me confused, I knew she wanted to know what was my dream about and I knew she was feeling sorry for me.
“I’m alright, thanks.” I walked away and headed to the bathroom.
I looked at myself on the mirror, my eyes were red and fluffy. I ignored it, I missed Charlie. I really did. I start changing and when I was finally ready, I grabbed my backpack and ran to Perrie’s room.
“Hey, are you coming or what?” I smiled and acted normal, trying to avoid what had happened before.
“Let me finish here.” She said with some bread in her mouth that sounded more like ‘lft mu funfsh he’ I couldnt help but giggle, she grabbed her stuff while swallowing her breakfast.
“You sure you don’t want some breakfast?” She asked still looking a bit worried.
“I had my milk shake, and I'll get something later. Thanks anyway.” I started walking to the door and Perrie nodded.
“Lets go then.” She ran to the door and we walked away.
We arrived to the campus and all of the students were there, outside of the biggest building I noticed the difference between each guy around us, nerds, hippies, the cool ones, the football team, so cliché. I really thought this stuff only happened on the movies.
“Silence everyone.” The principal of the UNI who was a bit shorter than I expected finally shouted, making all of the students quiet. He grabbed a microphone and tapped it a few times and his low but animated voice finally sound.
“We are so glad to meet and have each one of you here at the UWL, As you all know and If you don’t… Im the Principal Harries.” He said with a little smile he didn’t look terrifying, he actually looked like santa clause but without a long beard, of course. I did called him once for my interview and he was nice, he said he was glad to have more students in photography class.
“We’ll be organizing a kind of homecoming dance, so get your partner ready and let's all have fun! But for now, good luck in your first day freshman’s” he chuckled while fixing his shirt that was about to get out of his big belly.
He left and we all the students started leaving to different places.
“I’ll see you at the break?” Perrie asked and hugged me tight.
“Sure.” I pushed away and waved her bye.
“Good luck.” She cheered and started running to her classroom.
“You too.” I shouted back and gave her a smile.
I looked down at my calendar and notice I had writing first. Don’t ask me what did writing has to be with photography, the Principal of my career mentioned that to take a picture you need to have a story back and he is right, you know? We all need to express what the picture is all about. He also said we’ll be learning loads of things we didn’t know had to be with Photography and I’m quite excited to be honest.
The door of my class was open and there were only few of people in there. I was scared of making new friends or of not making new friends, I’ve decided I was alright with the ones I had right now. The room started to fill in, I couldn’t help but be in love with this room, it had loads of lights around a big board with the Professor’s name ‘Mr. Collins’.
“Hi guys, My name is Donald Collins but you can call me Mr. Collins.” He said underlining his name again. “I am quite excited to meet all of you guys, so why don’t we start by a little game.” He said with a thick accent.
“You guys would tell your name to the whole class and something you hate about writing, sounds fun?” We all giggled in response and I thank God they weren’t any rude guys or jerks, everyone here seemed polite.
Suddenly someone knocked the door and I spotted a familiar face.
“Sorry I’m late Mister?” he turned to the board quickly “Mr. Collins.” He showed a cute smile and we all laugh.
“No problem, why don’t we start with him class?” we all yelled yes. “Name and what do you hate about this class?” Mr. Collins said.
The blonde one took a seat in the front, and started to think.
“Well…” He leaves his things in his desk. “Im Nathan and I’ll hate that I’ll be late for this class… always.” We all started laughing and he winked while he blushed a bit.
Fifteen minutes later everyone had presented except me and some other guys at the back.
Mr. Collins laughs. “Okay, next.” He pointed at me. “You.”
I stood up shaking, God I was nervous.
“I’m Samantha and I hate doing draft copies.” I said smiling, weird.
“Alright.” He giggled and fixed his tie. “Next.”
I turned to my right and notice him, he was wearing glasses and he had light brown hair pushed all back in a weird way, he was wearing a white shirt with a black tie, he looked so peacefully and concentrated in his little journal. He remind me of someone, but I didnt knew who. He closed his journal and stood up.
“I’m Harry and I hate cheesy writing.” He said smiling and started adjusting his glasses.
He locked eyes with me and licked his lips, I couldn’t help but feel like I’ve seen him before, his eyes were so… green.
"Holy fuck" i whispered.
He looked like Charlie.
