Ever since i was 5 years old i always had a dream to move away. Get away from this town where the many spirits haunt me and cause me to reject having a normal life. Finally this year i embraced the opportunity and bought a small flat on the coast of Los Angeles. Previously, i had been in hiding from social services taking me away. After my relatives passed i was not old enough to live alone so they tried their hardest to get into my house and take me away. What they didn't know was that i was extremely intelligent and anticipated their moves. I rigged the doors with countless locks and boarded up the windows that covered the house. I lived like this until my 16th birthday. Some ask me how i survived, how i could possibly cope. Nobody will ever know, i just did. However that wasn't the hard bit for me, i would have happily lived there if it wasnt for them. More time passed and strange incidents started to take place. It wasn't until i was around 13 years old i saw it for the first time, saw the silhouette at the end of my bed, staring down at me. You could describe my reaction as nothing but pure fear. They seemed to get worse and worse as the months went on. I saw them more and more and it felt like they were here for something, something i wasn't willing to give. Finally, one morning i woke with a pounding headache and the feeling of ache running through my limbs. I soon discovered many scratches across my ribcage, seeming to spell out the words 'Sequere'. I later discovered this was the latin for 'Follow'. To this day i still have that scar, indicating it will follow me wherever i go, or will it? You could say i changed my life around from my teenage years, achieved something. But you don't know the ending, yet.
After days of unpacking the day i was dreading the most came around, the first day of university. The strong sun came shining down through my window, making the air around the flat very humid. Due to the weather i picked out a summer outfit and slipped it on before checking my trail for the fifteenth time this morning, checking if it was here. Seeing no shaddow, i let out a sigh of relief that lasted seconds before grabbing my brown satchel and throwing it over my shoulder, taking a step out the door and turning the key in the lock, shutting it. As soon as i arrived here the first challenge was to buy a car. I opted for a white mini-convertable. So i hoped in and fired up the engine before speeding down the smooth road of LA. Eventually, i pulled into the car park and picked a spot under the trees, therefore shading my car. I glanced in the mirror, fixed my curls slightly and started to walk at a fair pace towards the front doors. Opening them, i was met by a cool air conditoned breeze that sent a smile to my face. Walking down the corridoors, i felt many pairs of eyes land on me and not leave. I suddenly felt insecure but pushed it down to the pit of my stomach and continued walking down to find my locker. After finding it, i pushed many books in and stuck some pictures i took from my old house of me and Prim on the inside, admiring them as i felt tears come to my eyes. I suddenly reminded myself and shook my head to clear the thought. It wasn't till i heard the first bell ring echo through the corridoors that i made any effort to move. Stumbling through the door of the classroom we were told to pick our seats for this year, everyone obviously sat next to their friends or people they knew. That left me. I decided on a table right in the corner at the back, and sat down alone.
About half an hour passed before someone ran through the door of the classroom, panting and apologising to the teacher. He had sandy-blonde hair that swept across his face evenly and sparkling aqua blue eyes. I tipped my head back down to concentrate on my work and didn't think to look up before i felt warmth beside me. My eyes crept up an inch and saw him staring at me.
A frown crept onto my face before i opened my mouth to say quietly, "Can i help you..?"
He simply smiled, directing it at me and replied.
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I don't live in America so i don't know if this is the right way they go to University! :) To anyone who reads this :P -Olivia x
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