Here's to the girls who find Bad Guys more appealing than Good Guys.
In the vibrant world of an Arts and Literature College, Emily dances on the brink of rebellion. A fiery spirit, her life intertwines with the enigmatic bad boy, Alex, in a whirlwin...
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Play 'Bad Blood' by Taylor Swift
After a 55-minute-long journey, we finally reached the small town of Scotts Valley, North of Santa Cruz, the road surrounded by large redwood trees. My mom drove the car straight to the house I had been living in for almost two years. The house is owned by my best friend, Jessica and we moved here together after graduating from our high school in San Fransisco.
The main reason for moving here, far from my hometown, was not living far away from my parents like most people do. But was actually to study at one of the most famous universities in the states, The University of California. It was my dream from high school to study here, and also my best friend owns a house here in this town.
Stepping out of the car, I gathered my belongings, and my mother pulled me into a warm, tight embrace. "Make the most of this year, sweetheart. Embrace your passions, forge new connections, and remember, your destiny is eagerly waiting for you." Unshed tears glistened in my eyes as I returned my mother's hug.
With a final wave, I walked towards the doorway, my heart a curious mix of excitement and trepidation. The path before me was a blank canvas, a story yearning to be written, and I was determined to fill its pages with experiences, personal growth, and the quest for self-discovery.
I always had a spare key to enter the house, so I opened the door and kept my luggage in the living room as I didn't have much time to go upstairs and keep them in my bedroom.
I took my phone out of my bag to know the time and it was no less than 8:15, just 10 minutes before shutting the main gate of the college.
The thing I could only do right now was leave the luggage there where it was and pick up the keys to the car to reach there as soon as possible.
I locked the house and rushed to the front yard garage to pull out the ebony polished 'Chevy Camaro 1970' car. My expression changed into a small grin as soon as I noticed the car.
My best friend has a collection of different classic and vintage cars in her hometown, and Chevy is one of them. Her parents made her the owner of every single piece they had, before their death. The house was also one of those properties in which we are living.
Before starting the car, I thanked my beloved friend from the bottom of my heart, who kept this car for me, as she knew I would be late again this time, and this car would be useful for me to reach the college on time.
However, my drive just took 8 minutes to reach the university, which normally takes 15 minutes to reach.
I was feeling pride in myself, after all, I learned to drive from my excellent skilled mother.
My heart raced with a thrilling blend of excitement and the familiar twinge of nervous anticipation as I approached the imposing gates of my university. The campus was abuzz with eager students hurrying to and fro, their faces a canvas of youthful anticipation and boundless curiosity. The air was electric, filled with the sweet promise of fresh beginnings and the symphony of dreams taking flight.
