Emily
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What happens in the summer, stays in the summer right? Extract from story : "Um...here's the money." "That boy paid for you." She delivered a mischievous smile. I turned around to see the most handsome boy my eyes have ever met, the species that you can dream about, with curly medium-dark brown hair, his left hand in the front pocket of his black ripped jeans, the other elbow and hand arched upon the cafeteria counter. He was wearing a navy blue Ralph Lauren polo hoodie, the hood not taken at the moment. His deep hazel eyes bored into mine, and I stood there watching him like an idiot. And ahem ahem *clears throat* this story is undergoing editing, plus I'm on a break. :))
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It's summer - the end of my first year of college. And I am home again, more than a little worse for the wear. College hadn't gone how I had expected it to go. After two years of the grind to get in, I thought I would find the kind of magic I saw in American high school movies, which I had been denied of in school - late nights, parties, wild adventures with whacky best friends, romance.... everything one is told is supposed to happen in one's teenage years. After two years of watching my classmates grow up and enter this world, I thought it was my turn, now. I thought my college life would be like a coming-of-age movie. But in reality? It wouldn't make a good story, of any kind - not even a sad one. The only thing I found were shiftless friends, stifling academic pressure and heartbreak. So now I was home - a little bruised, a little broken. A few dreams in shards around my feet. Turns out, I needn't have worried. The summer that followed changed my life. The summer of - after a hectic, stressful year - nothing at all. Nothing, and yet - everything.

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