Fan Stories
This is my first attempt on an english written story. This is...
~*When the world was mine*~
The alarm went off barely after my head hit the pillow not too
long ago or though I thought at first. “Arrgghh, is it that time already?!”, I
grumbled to myself as I reached for my phone on the nightstand to my left to
switch the darn thing off. I glanced at the time and couldn’t believe what I
saw when I turned around again to pull my duvet over my head. I closed my tired
eyes and re lived some of the events from last night. I was working up until
the early hours on Monday morning in a busy pub around the corner from my
little apartment in the centre of Dublin not far from Temple Bar.
Now it was time to get my arse into gear for my first lecture
at uni.
I had moved out of my parent’s house on the outskirts of
Dublin a few years ago to full fill my urge of independency and away from rules
and..well.. a few memories. Being the youngest of the family it was much to the
dismay of my mum who tried to smother me in all the way she possibly could! I
haven’t regret anything from the word go, although I missed my dad, whom I was
very close and well..a certain HIM!
I shook my head free from the images in my mind and let out a
huge sigh..a sigh of frustration, disappointment or disapproval..i never knew
which one to believe. “Time to make a move..!” or otherwise I’ll be late again,
I thought annoyed to myself. It wasn’t all that bad..i needed that part time
job to pay for uni. I couldn’t live off my parents forever, who actually
offered to pay for my studies but I declined. The whole reason I wanted to get
away was to make it on my own..somehow. I dragged myself into the bathroom and
switched on the warm water whilst getting out of my pj’s before I stepped in
and finally letting the warm drizzles cascade over my body and sooth my aching
limbs. I got dressed in record time and made my way to the bus stop when I
heard a familiar voice behind me. “Em..Emily…wait up!”
I turned around to find my best mate Megan huffing and puffing trying to catch
up with me. Another late runner…nothing new there I thought smiling to myself.
She wasn’t much of a morning person at all and looking at her, she had just
managed to throw on some clothes and put a brush through her long blonde wavy
hair. I giggled to myself as she tried to zip up her coat whilst keeping her
bag dangling over her shoulder.
Megan and I met at our first day in uni, signed up for almost
the same courses. We got on pretty much straight away and had spent some crazy
times together, getting up to no good. It didn’t help when she moved into one
of the flats just a few doors down from me.
