𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 STORY 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥.
This 'Laran' University that is used in my writing is completely fictional. 'Clara Iris' and 'Avyanna Iris' are both, I hope, not real people, and that applies to my other characters as well.
I tried to be as un-racist and un-sexist as possible in this story, but I severely apologize if anyone saw it as racist.
I'm not going to say much, just that this story isn't great, and is my first story that I have written on Wattpad and is also the first story I have really taken my time to write, so if you could take the time, please read it and give me any feedback.
Thank you for reading!
𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜-𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛-𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝙰𝚜 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆⋆。゚☁︎。⋆
╰┈➤ "You're just mad because you have to deal with me," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "You have to be responsible for me. I'm just a burden."
Cole's voice was quiet but firm coming from next to me. "Flo, that's not true. You're not a burden. We're just... worried about you. This isn't who you are."
I could feel his eyes on me, searching for a connection, something to make me see reason, but all I felt was anger bubbling up inside me.
"Yeah, well... I'm sorry for that," I said, my voice wavering. "Maybe you'd all be better off without me."