Finding Us

 

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Prologue

Diana Lorenzo Steel has always been alone. Alone, but coping. What was worse in her lifetime, was the untimely death of her parents. But with how she was taught to live, she refused to let her dreams of getting accomplished, be shattered by her reality. Thus, enrolling herself into Réussi Academy, France, she continued her education, and moved on.

But life for her has never been stable after her parents' death, despite trying to manage. Like Hell, it never stopped being known in her mind. With these thoughts, she let the world think her invisible, with her truly on her own.

Enter Sean McAllister Knight. A bad boy at front but a broken person at heart. Like Diana, a hard past with his family members was not his healthy childhood. He had to become someone else. Someone, who refused to let anyone see his true self.

But when he meets Diana one day, who sat against the cafeteria wall dismissing any conversation, he knew he had met someone like him. Someone, that could understand what he was going through, someone who knew the broken shell he had become.

And maybe he could be the one who could help Diana.

Will Sean be successful? Will Diana and Sean change for the better?

 

 

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Summer Murong

Alas, I can finally post comments. I love the beginning very much. It's no-nonsense and intriguing.

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Thank you so much, besides don't we all love a feisty person?

Chapter 1

Diana

Routine, routine, routine.

Everything was going according to the word that I was accustomed to, day by day. It was like a never ending roller-coaster. What with the pain of my parents dying and having no sibling around, my life was nothing, but routine. I had numbed the pain to a level of removing it like an old newspaper. Too old, but still there.

A Robot.

This word applied to me in almost every way. I had two choices given to me in order to escape my robotic routine. I either had to weep and weep about my life, or I could numb the pain a bit and move on, except, behaving like a robot and doing things in a mundane way.

Pain.

Every day, I felt pain. The thought of never seeing my parents again, made me realize how I wished to change the things I did, and said to them.

But one thing was certain.

If I couldn't change my past, I could try to alter my present to look better for me.

​And to do this, I had to change the way I was living life. Miserable was not the way I was going to live.

Not anymore.

Ever since that so-called goal, like New Year's Eve, I started doing things that any girl at the age of 19 was doing: Buying necessaries for myself, clothes to wear and all that jazz. I did stuff around my house to make sure it didn't depress me further of those memories. I tried being more outgoing but it felt too much to step outside.

I continued my education. By going to an academy, here in France. It's the top academy in Paris. Today was the starting day of my second year. 

Now I was just preparing my outfit for today. A black top, with blue matching the color of sky, worn out jeans and black sneakers. Taking my essentials consisting of, earphones and my laptop, as I was a writer, so I could get inspiration to write anywhere. Also, a sweater for possibly windy days. I was all set, but I needed breakfast.

Quickly getting my breakfast and eating it like I was going to die without it, I left for the academy. I couldn't afford to be late for my first lecture with Prof Lacturne. He was quite a professor in science. No fascination with the subject myself, but he was a nice professor.

Anyway, reaching there, I quickly went into the lecture hall. Whew, made it in 5 minutes!

"Good morning, ladies and gents. Today, we are going to start learning about the environment and how people immerse themselves in it, how they try to help the environment sufficiently flourish throughout the world. Please open your books to page 456 and start making notes. Thank you." Said Prof Lacturne, writing something on the board.

Soon, after my two lectures, morning tea came. Oh, the heavenly time to write something! But before I could do justice to myself to write something good, I had to eat. 

I had just sat down to my amazingly good food which I was desperately trying to eat, when a group of girls came by.

They made their way over to me like last year to make friends. As if.

I wasn't here to make friends, I was here to make something out of myself which I promised to, after pitying, and being miserable on my parents’ death long after.

"Hi Diana, would you like to come join us?" Asked, one of the girls.

"No thanks, I quite frankly like being left alone." I said agitatedly, as I wanted to eat my lunch so badly.

"C'mon, I am sure our friends will enjoy your company." Said another.

"Certainly." Cried the third.

"Again, I thank you for the invitation, but I don't think we will ever form the social bond you want me to form with you. Goodbye now." I said to them as I put in my earphones, started some music, and ate my morning tea.

"That is really rude of you. Never mind though, c'mon girls." Said the first one leaving with her friends, leaving me in peace.

Soon, I finished my morning tea and started writing. I already had a fabulous idea of what I was going to write. 

Until, someone disturbed my peace.

"What do you want?" I asked irritably. 

"Can I sit here with you?" The voice asked.

As I turned my face, I saw who it was.

And I didn't like the face at all.

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Summer Murong

haha, here comes the bad boy.

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Yup, excited, are you?

Chapter 2

Diana

“Can I sit here?” The voice asked again.

“I wish you could, but apparently, I say no to that notion.” I said with agitation.

“You think, I am interfering in your space?” He asked, with an amused look.

“Well, gee I hadn’t thought before, but you know what, you’re right. You are interfering in my space.” I said to him, irritation pulsing in my head.

But apparently, he hadn’t changed his mind, as he sat next to me.

“I told you to go away, did you think I was speaking in Spanish?” I said irritably, as he started eating his morning tea.

“Well, I’ve sat down anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.” He said yet again, but with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I told you to leave, then, why didn’t you?” I asked him, seeing red.

“Because, you can’t exactly push someone out, once they’ve made up their mind.” Sean said with a smirk, as he started munching on his sandwich.

Pourquoi dois-je traiter avec vous?  I thought, as I finished my morning tea, and started writing my new story.

Translation: Why do I have to deal with you? (This is in French.)

But Sean had to reply again.

« Parce que tu me connais trop bien. » Replied Sean, as he finished up.

Translation: Because you know me too well.

« Comment savez-vous ce que je disais ? » I said, but then suddenly realized that I had said my thoughts out loud. How could I be so stupid?

Translation: How did you know what I just said?

« Parce que chéri, vous avez dit que vous avez parlé à haute voix. » Sean said again, smirking clear.

Translation: Because darling, you spoke your lovely thoughts out loud.

Soon the bell rang. Signalling all the students to quit their important chat and leave to the world of dreadful obstacles, called teachers and assessments and hurry.

Then Sean decided to stand up, and open his big mouth, which I wish I could zip up.

« Eh bien, je vous souhaite Diana. Je vous parlerai bientôt, jusqu'à ce moment.  He said, as he walked off to his class.

Translation: Well, nice to meet you too Diana. I will talk to you soon, till then.

Time to go to class, since I was not a fool, thinking about someone else’s words, like everyone else would have. As I walked off to my class, all the people stared at me. What the hell? I am just talking to some boy in our school (even if he was golden). Even if it was a prestige, well they should suck it up.

Sitting down in my seat, I stared ahead, ready to wait for our teacher to come in. But then, the conversation between me and Sean replayed in my mind. Why did life have to be cruel to me? 

One question kept popping in my mind: Why the heck had the great Sean Mcallister Knight decided to talk to me?

 

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Summer Murong

A bad boy and a feisty girl. Hmmm...an interesting couple...

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Agreed.
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