Abby is no ordinary girl on her way to college, although every living cell inside her believes so. For as long as she has remembered, she has lived in Colorado and been at the top of her class and on her way to medical school in London. However, life is never as it seems and hers takes a particularly sharp turn with a roommate who is hiding something, and a past that's hiding something from her, as well.
*** Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so don't hate. Please. Luvs! Kay
I do not own One Direction. Or Doctor Who. Trust me, you wouldn't know of them if I owned them.
What I wished for most right now, was to rub it in his stupid narcissistic, little face. Damaging his pride, for sure. I hated him. They all said I would never make it as a model. Here I was, boarding the airliner for the biggest event in fashion history. Although there's just one minor setback. As I walked in to the plane, I saw the seat next to me was occupied. With a smirk already prepared and plastered on his face, there he sat. Wes Anderson. Not to mention the flight lasts for eighteen hours....This can't be good.
•One-Shot
Rose Jones had a rough start to the first day of her senior year at Fiorello H. Laguardia High School.
Like every New Yorker, she tried her best to ignore the world around her and focus on the "important matters" of school. But it seemed that "unlikely" was her middle name. With the sudden approach of Jackson O'Leary, her ex-best friend, her world took a giant leap in the past.
Juggling school, taking care of her younger brother, and Jackson, how will Rose deal with the struggles of reality all in the first day of school?
Alice, 16 ans, a, en réalité, deux modes de vie. Du matin jusqu'à la fin d'après midi, elle est timide et étudiante mais, dès que les cours sont finis, les jeux-vidéos deviennent, pour elle, une manière de s'évader de sa vie si terne.
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.