Breakthrough

Chapter 1

Hey, y'all! Here is the first chapter of my first non-fanfiction story! I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as you enjoyed reading my fan fictions. I'm just trying out something new -- doesn't mean I'm gonna stop writing fan fictions. I just wanna broaden my horizon, so to speak.

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GIF on top of our main character, Harper Sinclair, who is played by the stunning Zendaya.

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Chapter 1

HARPER

"Make sure to keep our streak on SnapChat alive, okay? If it dies, I'll come to Miami and beat your ass."

I couldn't help but laugh at Naomi's words, not doubting her for a second as she pulled me into a tight hug. Wrapping my own arms around her, I squeezed my eyes shut as I hugged my roommate, feeling a wave of sadness rush through me. We pulled away moments later, and I could tell her bright green eyes were struggling to hold in tears, but if I knew Naomi—which I do—I know she won't shed them until after I'm gone. She was always someone who came off as being tough.

"I promise I won't lose our streak," I laughed, my eyes flickering over her shoulder to catch sight of my older brother leaning against the doorway of my dorm room, patiently waiting. Looking back at Naomi, my roommate for my first two years of college, I smiled again. "I'll text you, okay? Have a great summer, Nay."

Naomi grinned, "You too, Harp."

With one last hug, I slipped my arms through the straps of my backpack that held my laptop and some other things and walked out the room with my brother at my side. Glancing around as we walked, I watched as other students grabbed carrier bins to load all of their belongings in with the help of their parents, ready to clear out their dorms and head home for the summer. It was hectic and busy, which also forced my brother, Jordan, and I to take the stairs from the sixth floor to go downstairs, since the elevators were too busy.

As we walked through the building and finally out the door to step out on to the sunny campus grounds, I waved and called goodbye to several people I saw, taking the sunglasses that rested atop my head and wearing them to shield my eyes against the harsh Florida sun. As Jordan and I neared where he had parked his car full of my things, he let out a whistle. "I can't believe my baby sis is already halfway done with college," he grinned, a smile that I've seen charm many girls, "what's it like being a junior in college?"

"Amazing," I responded blandly, rolling my eyes as I opened the passenger door of the navy blue Sudan. "I can't wait to start junior year when I just got done with my second year!"

Jordan rolled his bright blue eyes that he had unfairly inherited from our mother. I was insanely jealous of his eyes—while he had those, myself and our sister Layla were stuck with brown eyes. Still pretty, but not as much, in my opinion. "Dial down the sarcasm," he stated as he started up the engine, "We're gonna be in the car for about five hours—tone it down."

Grinning to myself, I buckled in my seatbelt and leaned back in the comfortable seat, gazing out the window as my brother drove through the University of Florida campus, watching as all the other students moved out their belongings to head home as well. A serene smile took place upon my lips as the cool air from the car's air conditioner blew on my face, feeling as if a burden was being lifted off my shoulders as I realized I was finally on summer vacation. No more classes, pressing essays, and doing all nighters hopped up on coffee for three and a half months.