Penn State University.
Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious athletes, and a girl trying to start all over.
Aurora Augustine has been homeschooled her entire life because it's what her father wanted from her. In fact, she's always doi...
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Aurora Augustine
You know what I think is crazy? How every single person has a different story and most of the time– those people have no control over who's writing it.
My entire life I had pre-planned everything in my head. I was a planner and not because I was genetically designed to be an organized human being– but because I wanted to plan due to the fact that I counted down the days until I was out.
I was now out of that house. I was out of that suffocating air and into the free hands of the happiest valley. Granted, I don't know why anyone called it the Happy Valley. I sure wasn't in Happy Valley last night when I was called a freak by an egotistical meathead that probably couldn't tell his dick apart from his balls.
I bet they were both in Happy Valley in their steamy little shower cubicle. It sure sounded like it. The way that I heard their hot breathing, her hands smacking the brick wall. All while I hid, waiting for the right moment to continue my shower.
I planned for a lot of things but never could I ever have planned for that.
The dorm room was quiet with only me inside of it. I was used to the silence. I grew up an only child, and had little to no friends. In fact, I've never had a sleepover nor had I had the chance to bring a friend over.
I never met the right kind of guy– the one you take home to Mom and Dad.
I never found the person that most people do in high school– and most importantly, I never found myself and with being here– I already felt this surge of self-awareness.
I was by myself.
He couldn't hold me back anymore.
I loved my father– but I am so much more than the little girl he locked in her tower at night and kept the key.
I received little to no sleep last night as I tossed and turned contemplating my entire decision to lie to my father. The anxiety of the unknowing would kill me these next four years. I was a planner, and I couldn't plan how this would end if my father were to figure out that I had lied to him.
