Shattered

Chapter 1

I'm alone in my room on campus packing my clothes to go back home. I moved into the college dorm in New York four months ago. I go back home to visit my family every weekends, or almost. I don't live that far from here – it's only a half-hour ride. This is my second year of college even though, unfortunately, I'm still in first year. Which is why I decided to move into a room in the college dorm. To be able to focus more on my studies.

And yet, after four months, I find myself packing my stuff because I have an internship and the company where I'll do it is closer from where I live than from campus. Of course, I'm happy, I'll get to stay with my family for the following month. The only thing I'm likely to miss is Lyn, my roommate and best friend with whom I've spent all of my time for the past four months. I jump when the room's door bangs open to reveal a magnificent brunette, her piercing blue eyes landing on me. She looks like a model walking out of a magazine. Speaking of Lyn...

"Hurry up, Anny, I don't have all day," Lyn exclaims nonchalantly.

I raise my big green eyes up to look at the clock on the wall. It's already a quarter past three in the afternoon. I turn my head toward Lyn who is giving me a ride home before going back to her parents' as well.

"You have something planned?" I ask furrowing my brows.

Lyn elegantly walks towards my bed before collapsing on it, relaxing all of her muscles. I look at my friend and like every time I do so I can't stop myself from thinking that Lyn Bloom is a beautiful young woman who has everything anyone would want and even laying the way she is now she looks elegant.

"No, nothing, I'm just sick of this room," Lyn answers looking at the roof. She sighs loudly to show her boredom.

"I'm done packing, let me just do my hair and we can go."

I stand up and walk toward the small bathroom. I walk inside and position myself in front of the mirror to tie my hair up in a loose bun. My eyes settle on the mirror and I look at myself for a few seconds. I'm nothing special, I'm just Anisia Evans, a twenty-year-old young woman. I have long wavy ginger hair, almond shaped green eyes, my lips are nor thin, nor full. My eyes are shining and my cheeks are naturally reddened. Nothing to complain about, I don't consider myself ugly, but I think I'm ordinary.

I quickly walk out of the bathroom to find Lyn standing by the door, waiting for me. Her arms are folded over her chest and she's impatiently tapping the floor with her foot. Lyn is tall with a slim silhouette which is amplified by her nine centimeters heels, her skinny jeans that show off her long legs and her summer tank top with a cleavage not leaving much room for imagination.

I look down at my clothes, it's not so bad either. I made an effort today knowing I was going back home. I'm wearing dark blue skinny jeans with a pink t-shirt that hugs my upper body and I, too, am wearing high heels even though I don't often wear them. I'm of average height. Alright, that's a lie, I'm slightly smaller than average but with these high heels I seem tall, but not as much as Lyn.

"Can we go now?" Lyn asks seemingly annoyed.

But I know her and I know all too well that she's not as annoyed as she seems to be. It's all about getting used to Lyn, after some time you get used to her rather extravagant personality.

"Yep, we can go," I confirm before taking my suitcase and following Lyn out of the room.

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We've been in Lyn's small red car for ten minutes already. Although it's small, Lyn's car is no less impressive. It must be said that Lyn has the means to buy a pretty car, or should I say her parents have the means to. The seats are so comfortable I could easily fall asleep and spend the night here without my back hurting the next day. It's a five-seat car far more spacious than it seems to be from the outside.