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the days, I’d usually have a headache to deal with, benefits of brain damage, but the heavens were with me to

white shirt. After I was done dressing, I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee along with a couple of toasts to go with butter and then I sat down on my cou

to get to college if I decided to walk and probably ten if I chose to ride my bicycle. Since it was my firs

thoughts in general. It’ll help me prevent things from happening, things that I had to endure for the past three years and will have to for the rest of my life. Maybe if

s one of the reasons I moved away from Kansas City. It was getting difficult enduring the knowing stares, the pitying glances and the odd few people who wanted to know the whole truth right fr

She hadn’t wanted me to move away but at the same time, she had understood why I was doing this. In the end, I had the support of my entire family and I was able to move here, but with the condition that my dad pays for everything. He’s been even more overprotective si

ned up my dirty dishes, tidied up the room and finally packed up my bag and headed off to college. It

landlady, Stephen having shown me a picture of her before our arrival. “You must be Lydia McKenna,” she held out both her hands and t

g and shook her hand instead. “Umm…thank you?” I didn’t exactly know if I should consider her wo

hose serious type women. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but you should smile more. It would light up your pretty face.” And then she gave me a mischievous s

a voice as I could master. “You don’t h

ased my hand and stepped back. “I won’t take any more of your time since it’s your first

y, ‘but I don’t think you’ll find me a char

nt yard and the parking lot when I reached, some immersed in their books while shrill laughter drifted from another group of girls standing by the entrance. From what I saw, it seemed almost similar to high school, except maybe a bit

I could find and started walking towards the ma

cuse me

and fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt, but most of all, he looked like he was ready to pass out from fear. He had natural curly red hai

ed him, as I turned

parked your bicycle in…it’s taken.” The boy managed

y. “And besides, the spot didn’t say reserved neither did it have any names on it. Don’t y

don’t understand…it’s his parking spot…it-oh shit!” he cussed as we

and I could hear him repeat the same things I’d just told him. I thought the commotion would be

l to t

ad!” I snapped at him before

een eyes locked with mine. Eyes that, I