Stockholm Syndrome

Rose Faith Davis comes from a family torn apart by the unfortunate events of a late night drive. It's taken years to overcome the loss of the one that believed in her so much. Now, she's graduated high school and is ready to take on the task that is college. She'll be moving from her small American town to the bustling city of Sydney, Australia. There's a lot of bad things happening over the sea, however, this doesn't scare Rose. She's up for any challenge, and will chase her dreams no matter what. ~Don't follow your dreams, chase them~


6. College has Begun

*A Few More Days Later*

          “Okay, room 105, art class,” I take a deep breath. “I can do this.” I walk into the class room and already see some kids waiting for class to start.

          There is a group of guys that I don’t think would want me at their table, and some girls in wouldn’t fit in with. That leaves one table with a single girl sitting at it.

          I head over, taking the time to calm my nerves. “Um, hi,” I smile as I set my stuff down on the table and take a seat across from the girl.

          She looks up from her sketch book and smiles, “Hi.”

          “I’m Rose Faith, but you can just call me Rose. Most people do.”

          She giggles, “I’m Victoria. I guess you could call me Tori.” Her long, straight, dyed from brown to blonde, goes to the middle of her back; her eyes are a green-blue mix with specks of light brown. She’s probably around my five foot seven stature, as well as around my age of nineteen years old.

          I smile back, “Alright. It’s nice to meet you, Victoria. What other classes do you have today?”

          “I have a science class next, and then English.”

          “Really? That means we have English together.”

          “That’s so cool. We totally have to sit next to each other then. What are your classes for the rest of the week?”

          “Well, I repeat today’s schedule Friday, Tuesday and Thursday are repeats. Oh, and Wednesday’s schedule is on some Saturdays. So, tomorrow I have my science class and theater class. Then for Wednesday I have my creative writing class.”

          “Nope, we have no more classes together. Well, that is fine. Two is pretty good. You have a class with my roommate though. Her name is Laurel; you have theater with her.”

          “That is awesome. What does she look like? So I know who to sit next to her.”

          “Oh, she has long, wavy, light brown hair. These bright hazel eyes behind glasses. She’s a bit shy, but once you get her talking, she’ll never stop. You will get to know her so fast. She’s shorter than me. She is super into acting and theater, so she’s a good person to get to know. She will be great to be with in that class. Oh, she’s a freshman.”

          “Thanks. Any other people you know in any of my other classes?”

          “Well, I’m just a freshman England, but I do know one more girl. Her name is Daisy. She has a science class tomorrow, so I assume that would be the same one you are in. That means you’ll be alone in creative writing.”

          “Aw, well, that’s still quite a few classes with people that I kind of know. What does she look like?”

          “She has kind of short, straight, dark brown hair. Um, light brown eyes. She has a darker skin than either of us. She’s about my height. She loves meeting new people, so if you just sit next to her she will start talking to you. That’s what happened to me when I sat next to her at a nearby coffee shop. She’s a freshman like me and Laurel.”

          “Well, I’m a freshman as well, so I think we should all get along. At least, I hope. As you probably could tell by my accent, I’m from America. So I don’t know anyone here yet.”

          “And as I think I said before, I’m from England. Manchester area to narrow it done. Daisy from New Zealand, and Laurel is from Canada.”

          “That is so cool how we are all from different places around the world. Canada and the United States are quite close, and our accents probably aren’t that much different. Whatever though, it’s still super cool.”

          Victoria laughs, “You really can get to talking. I like that.”

          I grin and run a hand through my hair, “Well, I’m glad I’ve made my first friend here. This is going to be some great college years. I can already tell.”

          “Okay class, it’s time to begin,” the teacher, who has fancily written on the board, claps his hands together. “I’m Mr. Butler, and you already know what this class is.” He walks over to his desk and picks up a stack of papers. “The papers I’m about to hand out explain this class, the assignments, and everything of that nature. Today, all you have to do is read all the papers I hand out. Then, start planning for the first assignment on the list.”

          “Sounds easy enough,” I lean back in my chair. “This is going to be a fun class.”

          “Say, what are you doing in an art class?” Victoria speaks up as Mr. Butler walks around hanging out papers and talking roll call.

          “Oh, well, I may be majoring in creative writing, but that doesn’t mean I’ll just write novels. I want to be prepared to draw in case I want to make a graphic novel in the future.”

          “I’m going here for graphic design, so you could always ask me to do it.”

          “I could. Maybe you could do the professional, finished products. Since I can see you are a bit more artistic than me,” I motion to her open sketch book with a drawing of a mermaid.

          She gently smiles and looks down at her sketch, “I have been doing it a long time. It’s coming up with stories that I get stuck on.”

          “We were meant to meet then. I can come up with story ideas, and you’ll draw the scene.”

          “It seems like it. Why theater?”

          “They teach more than acting in the class. I may want to write a play one day. I’m just trying to help myself for the future.”

          “That makes sense. You seem to have it all figured out.”

          “Well, I can’t plan for everything, but I like to try to.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This chapter isn't much longer than the last, but it is longer! This is the length that I hope to stick with. Hope you liked it! :D
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