Book 1 || Ash Rockwell Series
'Do you think they would ever like you? In your dreams. You're way out of their league.'
'Don't trust these people. They're just faking their kindness. Soon enough, they will betray your trust.'
'Why would you perform o...
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At first, I was extremely against the idea of living with another person in a dorm. For the past two years, I've been homeschooled and having the thought of leaving my comfort zone so suddenly had gotten me all jittery like a cat on a hot thin roof. I sighed heavily as a ton of large boxes flooded the living room.
"Mom, I'm sure I didn't have this much stuff." I opposed, furrowing my eyebrows incredulously.
Just how is it possible to carry six boxes to my dorm? For all I know, my room is located at the third floor.
From upstairs, I could hear mom's faint voice. "That's not my fault, sweetie. Your room's practically a library up here. Instead of caging yourself in your room and drowning yourself with books, why don't you go out and shop for clothes sometime? " She suggested. I huffed and crossed my arms.
"No thanks. I don't wanna waste my time playing dress-up like I'm some kind of a Barbie doll."
She sighed exasperatedly. "You're a young lady now, Ash. And you need to learn how to dress up like one." She said as she stared at my outfit in disgust. A black printed ACDC shirt with grey long-sleeved undershirt, dark skinny jeans and a pair of red basketball shoes.
I rolled my eyes as I blew on my messy bangs. "Correction. Young lad, because that's just basically how I am."
Mom shot me a look. "You'll eventually change your mind about that." She said. I frowned in response as I sat down on the couch, scanning all the boxes with my name scribbled on it.
"Hey, isn't Soren gonna move in to his dorm as well?" I asked.
"He will after he gets back from his soccer game in Singapore. Their team just got in the semi-finals round. I do hope that they'll claim the championships." I only hummed in response, completely disinterested.
Despite Soren being a 15-year old, he has already achieved so much. He traveled to Malaysia and Thailand to compete against the best teams and would always come back home with a trophy. He was no different when it comes to music. In fact, he's a guitar prodigy who won countless awards in talent shows and music competitions with his band.
Meanwhile, me as a 16-year old, have accomplished nothing at all. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a shuffling noise and realized it was mom who lifted one of the boxes into her arms.
"Come on, let's get you to your dorm."
My jaw dropped in utter surprise as I got off the car, scanning the humongous school building in front of me.
Forget about my leg cramps. The four hours of travel was definitely worth it.
The large building consists of a cream-colored slightly butterfly-shaped roof and a variety of black thick-framed glass windows, showcasing the beauty of its interior design. Several layers of beige tile walls were arranged in columns in each of the glass doors. Street lights, grassy fields, pine trees, and bushes filled the campus area, along with plenty white staircases scattered in different directions. A few students were roaming around, carrying large luggages and boxes which could only mean they're moving in as well to their respective dorm rooms.
