Chapter 1:
I wake up to the busy London streets beneath my tower risen flat. I slug myself out of bed and mope over to my closed flower curtains and trust them open, letting the bright morning sunlight slightly burn my sensitive blue eyes.
Letting my eyes adjust, I walk over to the dimmed bathroom and switch on the light to be greeted with a disgusting figure in front of me. My dark auburn hair is flung in all directions, with bags under my eyed from lack of sleep making by blue orbs seem dull and grey.
I slip out of my clothes and my body is met with soothing hot water.
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"Bring the finished letters to South Baker street, and tell the post man you're from Woverhampton University." I replay Mr. Kimers' words over again in my head as I trudge into the dimly lit elevator. I press level 1 and listen the big doors close locking me inside, letting shaky and quiet elevator music tickle my ears.
Stopping on only a several floors, letting tall men and business suits carrying suit cases join me, I came in record time to hop on my Vespa, drop the letters off at the post office and head to my first period class.
"Ahhh! Mrs. Rosner! Haveyou deliver all the letters to the post office yet?" Mr. Kimers greets me. I smile back and nod, "And just in time for class!" I say and head to my seat at the front of the class.
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"Did you hear what Bridget said to Micheal!?!"
"I heard they broke up?!"
"EXACLY! But I think that has changed now!"
I hear the whispers of the over hormonal teenager behind me. I sigh in annoyance and try to ignore. Sadly to my part, I hear loud gasps behind me as the "Queen Bee" of WollverHampton University starts "model walking" through the door. I could say she is the complete opposite of me.
High heels, short skirts, cheer captain; While I'm in sneakers, T-Shirts, and on the bleachers. Sometimes I just wonder, what would it be like, to have a bunch of friends like that. But I've never been hurt as myself.
Yet.....
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Song of the Chapter:
"You belong with me" ~Taylor Swift.
Lyrics:
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesnt get your humour like I do
I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt like
And she'll never know your story like I do
But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me
Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself
Hey isnt this easy?
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down
You say you find I know you better than that
Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?
She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standin by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that?
You belong with me
You belong with me
Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standing by or waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me
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No Line On The Horizon
Teen FictionIn a world full of judges, sometimes you find yourself striving perfect. Maybe a bit too much for even yourself can handle. But, in time, you realize you are the most perfect, as yourself. ~Kaila Hardisty