The new start

Chapter one

The first day and I'm already in love

There is a bridge from childhood to adulthood and each person crosses the best they can. It is not easy to reach the other side, but in doing so, we discover a different world than we had seen with our eyes as kids. That world is waiting for those who are strong and have courage to face it; it's our time to cross that bridge and face our world ... our new life.

"Now, you have fun," a woman said as she stared at her oldest daughter as she picked up her mail bag. The older woman had short black hair and brown eyes.

"I will, Mom," the girl with long brown hair said as she smiled to herself. Her eyes were completely different from her mother's. Not only were they bright blue, but they looked like the eyes from precious moment.

"Oh... I can't believe that my little princess is in college," the woman sniffed, causing the girl to shift uncomfortably.

"Mom, please don't cry," the girl said as she unlocked the door and cracked it open.

"I can't help it," her mother continued to sniff.

"Ok, Mom." The girl giggled and closed the door. "Goodbye, Mom," she said as she peeked through the half broken window.

"I'll pick you up at 3," her mom said. The girl stared at the white Elantra drive away and sighed when she no longer saw it.

She ran her fingers through her hair and began to head to her first class. She's been a couple of times, but she was too nervous to be sure of anything. The only thing she was sure of ((comma deleted)) was that she needed to avoid looking lost.

"E727," she whispered to herself. She had spent the last week of summer memorizing her classes and classroom numbers; that way, she wouldn't have to be looking at some paper like some newbie.

She glanced side by side looking for her classroom.

"Where the..." Before she wrapped her head around what was happening, she was in some stranger's arms.

She blinked a couple of times ((comma deleted)) just to find herself staring into two brown eyes.

"Better look up front next time, girly," the male said as he smirked down at her.

"Let go of me, you perv!" she shouted as she stumbled out of the male's arm. She lowered eyes, taking a look at the male. He was taller than she was, his messy hair was long enough to touch his ears and he was dressed in all brown and green.

"Perv?" he asked. "I just saved you from falling," he said with a glare.

"Well, I don't need a hero," the girl said and walked past him with her eyes closed, trying to be confident, but she could feel her cheek burning with a velvet red.

"By the way..." he started as he cleared his throat making her look back, "Room E727 is three doors down," he said as he pointed behind her.

"I knew that," she glared as she let out a huff.

"No, you don't. That's a newbie classroom," he smirked and walked away with his hands stuffed in his pockets ((comma deleted)) as his leather bag moved along with his legs.

"Jerk," she hissed under her breath. She turned around and hurried to her class.

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Three hours later, the young girl sat on one of the benches in front of her 3rd class. She only had 10 minutes to chomp down a sandwich and get to class. As soon as she finished, she reached for the door and entered.

Half of the classroom was filled with older guys and women.

"I think you might be in the wrong classroom, miss," the same male voice that had hunted her for hours rang in her right ear making mysterious shivers run down her pale back. She turned around and smirked at the male who was leaning against the teacher's desk.

"This is room OP009, right?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Then, I'm in the right class," she retorted and walked over to a chair and sat.

Jerk! Why isn't he sitting?! she asked herself as she watched him grab his leather black bag and place it on the desk.

"You! What's your name?" he asked, pointing at the girl.

"Me?" she asked, making him nod. "Why do you care?"

"Just humor me," he sighed.

"Andrea Simmons," she answered, annoyed and delighted at the same time.

"I'm keeping an eye on you, Miss Simmons," he warned.

Who does he think he is?! she internally fumed.

"Now listen, students!" he roared, subsequently making the class silent. "My name is Derick Montenegro and I'm your foreign history professor."

Oh, FML!