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01 ~ A new start

I, Vonnie.
I wake up to the sunlight shining on my face. Ugh, I wouldn't say I like this. Wait, I have to go to a new college today. FINALLY im away from those motherfuckers.

I get up from the bed scoffing "MOM STOP LEAVING THE CURTAINS OPEN" I shout from upstairs.

"Sorry sweetie, it's not my fault you dont wake up" She shouts from downstairs, I roll my eyes. I get up and go straight to the closet, my clothes? Oh right, I moved my stuff there yesterday.

I look at my chair and see my fit set up, right I did that yesterday night. I take a shower and change into my clothes. I take my bag and walk downstairs greeted by my mom "Good morning sweetie, did you shower?" She asks me

"mhm," I nod and take the toast. "Bye Mom!" I wave and walk out of the house, fumble with the keys, start my bike and ride off.

After a while, I reach the college. Sigh. I park my bike and walk in. When I walked in everyone's eyes go on me, shit shit, I hate when people stare.

A girl gave me a disgusting look and walked away, I shrugged it off. Another girl walks over to me. "Hey, so you're the new student?" She asks, smiling, I nod. She introduces herself, Mary. Mary takes me to my class, we have the same class. A few hours pass by.

"Hey, do you live in a dorm or you gonna go back?" she asks

"I'll stay," I reply, packing my bag

"Okay, what's your room?"

"hmm, it's 903"

"oh, you in with the popular girl"

"what? Great, is she kind?"

"oh hell yeah. She's kind, just doesn't let anyone disrespect her."

"oh okay, well I'm going now, bai" I wave, and she waves back. I walk off towards the dorms.

I unlock the door of my dorm, greeted by a muscular, toned girl- no woman.

"new?" she asks turning her head towards me. She wearing a sports bra and shorts.

"a-ah, yes" I rub the back of my neck walk in, and lock the door behind me

"Welcome, honey. The room towards my right is yours. My room is next to yours. Call me if you need anything," she says and disappears into the kitchen.

Fuck she's so hot. Wonder if she's lesbian. I wonder as I walk into the room. It's decorated? Did she do that? Wait how did she know what I like? What is happening right now? I shrug it off. I

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