From Scratch

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Finally Aura's life was in balance, friends, family ,love and then she moved away from it all to start afresh in a new town and a new school. Would anything ever be right again or will she spend her first year at Thomson Lockhart school of the arts yearning for life and love lost? This is her story of her brand new life.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - From Scratch

Submitted: June 15, 2011

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Submitted: June 15, 2011



Hazel and mocha, those are the two things that I miss the most-his molten hazel eyes and smooth mocha skin. I couldn’t believe that I was away from him, from everything that meant anything to me but it was my reality now so I had better start believing it.
“Is this it then?” I asked in a tone so lifeless it was barely audible, it’s funny how things can change a month ago I would have never been in this kind of mood.
“Yes this is it, sunshine, welcome to Richsford College.” Sang my Dad, his positivity could kill although he wasn’t like this all the time. When he was Liam Williamson, CEO of Williamson Inc. he was stern, intimidating and charming somehow the right combination of all three which is his secret to success.
“It’s beautiful which makes it that much harder to hate,” I sighed
“Am sure you will fit in and present yourself as the intelligent and sociable young woman I know you are” My dad said, trying to change the topic, it was probably hard for him too.
“If am lucky I will blend in to the background ,” I mumbled
Dad gave me some pocket money, told me more reassuring things and dropped me off. So there I was staring at front of the school thinking that it doesn’t say the right thing “Lee Anne Waters High” not “Thompson Lockhart-School of the arts”, thinking that the wrong cars are parked diagonally across the school-there wasn’t a silver Mercedes or a candy apple red Chevrolet truck just expensive looking motorbikes and oddly the same Range Rover in different colours, thinking that the wrong eyes were staring back at me. It was all so wrong!
I snapped out of it and walked forward and with each step I took I felt more out of place, disconnected.
As I walked past the twin fountains of Grecian goddesses on each side of the large glass doors and into the school and again I was disappointed because it was stunning. Whilst I listened to my boots clicking on the black and white tiles I hoped that my outfit was decent enough for the ‘audience’, I laughed I guess it was a sign that I hadn’t completely lost myself. I spent at least an hour picking through my clothes trying to find an appropriate outfit, finally Id chosen a white but accented with black blazer, an electric blue tank, a simple tote, black skinny’s and black patent leather ankle boots as a finishing touch I let my hair fall on my shoulders in its natural curls but pulled it away from my face with an Alice band. After all I had worked at most of the clothing stores around St Denis.
I looked around for the Headmasters Office trying to ignore the confused stares I was getting, it wasn’t normal for someone to transfer this late into the year but I had the grades to pull it off and my situation was desperate. Sadly, I couldn’t find the headmasters office so I thought it better I just stop and look at my timetable and map in a place that wasn’t so saturated with bodies, that was definitely not an easy task as there were people everywhere, they all seemed so busy, some were either texting, sketching, singing or just chilling out. I wondered if I’d ever fit in here. My mind started to wander and I suddenly ran into a wall, I looked up and it wasn’t a wall it was a girl, obviously blushing with embarrassment, I gave her an apologetic smile. She had razor straight rich mahogany  hair which is her most striking feature second comes her almost black eyes that are so piercing it’s as if they will you to stay in the same position. She offered her hand  “Adrianna L’iatre” she spoke. “Aura-Marcelle Williamson, most people call me Aura” I said with a smile shaking her hand.  
Suddenly I had hope that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here, maybe I’d be able to build a new life with a bit of ease.

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