Her eyes widen slightly, “I’m his sister and he’s not even nice to me. He’s not the nicest person to be around.” Your mom is the best!”Īshley waves her hand in the air. “Yeah! I’m excited to meet more of your family.
“You know my brother is on his way here.right?” “Anyways,” Ashley’s lips curve into a half smile, redirecting me from my longing thoughts. It hasn’t been very long, but he is so sweet to me, and handsome. We have been together for about two months now. Well, it is, but only because I get to spend all my time with Ian. My excitement isn’t about the freedom I’ll have for three months. “We know you’re more excited to see Ian than anything.” She fans herself. But tonight, I’m surprising him.Īs though reading my thoughts, Ashley nudges my arm. He’s been so busy between Lacrosse and finals he just hasn’t had the time. I haven’t seen Ian in a week, and I miss him so much. “I can’t wait for tonight!” I exclaim happily. “I can’t believe we are finished with our freshman year!” Ashley squeals, throwing her head back dramatically. We’re free! Well, for the summer anyways. The excitement is still palatable as we walk out of building C. The unusually warm Oregon air sweeps my chestnut hair across my face as we step through the propped open metal doors. Shoulder to shoulder, we make our way towards our freedom. I already know her grades are nothing but stellar. Rolling her eyes, she flips her hair over a slender shoulder. I narrow my eyes as I scan the mass of moving bodies in the hallway, smiling when I spot a bobbing blonde bouncing my way. I can’t believe my first year in college has rolled by so quickly. Congratulations and stay out of trou–” The professor’s voice is drowned out by the loud cheers and rushed sounds of my fellow classmates hastily exiting the building as the last bell of the year chimes, signifying that it’s the start of summer break. “Students! You’ve survived your first year of college. They just were.”Īpiercing ring blares through the speakers, jolting me from my daydream. To my Wattpad readers always slow dance while they scream. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or used in a fictious manner.
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