* I like it at night, when everyone is asleep. When its actually morning, but people still call it the middle of the night. I like to just walk around the house. It's peaceful. It's kind of eerie, but I like the darkness. I probably sound really creepy. It's nice to be alone, but still know there's someone in the house with you. You feel safe, not like when you're actually home alone. You don't have to answer any "What are you doing?"s and you can just… walk around. You don't have to worry about someone staring at you or judging you because it's too late at night for anyone in my house… except me… to be awake. At least I did. Before I died.* So the chapters are really short, but I'll try to update as much as possible. School is about to start back, but I can always make time for writing! Please comment and tell me what you think! There'll be a better physical description in Chapter 3!


3. Getting Ready

  *Here's a picture of Freya*

  I sat on my bed in my dorm room with Carter bouncing on the mattress. I was trying to pick out a picture to go with my résumé. Carter loved to take pictures of me (he was majoring in digital arts) but I didn't really know why. I mean I was tall and skinny, but in an awkward way. I had "petite facial features" as everyone said, but I just thought I looked mousey. And then with my glasses, I always favored the "nerd" group at school. People told me I was beautiful, but I just didn't see it. I was hoping they were right though, because to get Cosette, I needed to be beautiful.

    "Carter, stop! You're distracting me!" I yelled as he continued to bounce next to me. His shaggy blonde hair fell in his face as he looked at me with those puppy dog eyes.

    "Aww," he cooed. "Is Freya-weya in a bad mood?"

    "No, I'm just freaking out here and you're not helping!"

     He stopped bouncing with a juvenile pout on his face. He then walked over to my cabinet and pulled out a can of shaving cream.

     "Carter," I said warily. "What the hell are you doing?"

     "Just having a little fun," he said as he slowly stalked his way over to me with a mischievous grin on his face. Then he pounced squirting the thick white cream all over my face and hair. I screamed, jumped of the bed, and started smacking him. He was laughing, but I was furious! I had the biggest audition of my life in less than a week and I had a ton of work to do on my résumé.

     "Carter, you are the biggest jerkface I have ever met!" 

     "Ooh," he made the stupidest faces at certain times. "Freya's getting angry."

     I rolled my eyes at him and climbed back on to my bed so I could continue working. Then I realized I really had to pee. We didn't have bathrooms in our dorm rooms so we had to use the co-ed ones on our floor. I didn't like knowing that guys were right outside while I was showering but some of the other girls with... how should I put this... different values didn't mind it as much. I hit Carter on the arm again as I walked out and I made my way down the hall. The bathroom was empty so I went quickly to avoid awkward run ins with any boys. Unfortunately, as soon as I flushed and walked out of the stall, the guy I had been crushing on for my entire time at NYU walked in. He stopped when he saw me come out and looked at me confused. I guess this was the first time he really noticed me.

     "Hey," he said with his beautiful voice. "How come I haven't seen you before?"

     "Um... uh... well," I stuttered. "I, um, have actually been going here for, uh, a while so I'm not sure."

     "We'll that can't be right," he said. "I would have noticed such a pretty face before. I'm Evan."

     "Freya," I replied.

     "That's a cool accent," he commented. "I'm guessing you're not from New York, or America at all for that matter."

     "Yeah, I'm from England."

     "Wow," he whistled. "That's quite a long way. Well, Freya, I'll see you around some time."

     "Um, yeah." I replied, screaming on the inside. "Sounds good." I walk casually away until I know for a fact that he can't see me anymore, then I take off towards my room. When I get in, I slam the door and start jumping on my bed screaming. Carter looked at me like I was an absolute idiot.

     "Woah there big girl," he said. "What's got you so excited? Did you finally realize that you have the best friend in the world?"

     "Haha," I reply sarcastically. "Very funny. For your information I just had an actual conversation with Evan Walker."

     "THE Evan Walker?" He asked incredulously. "Like, the Evan Walker who you've liked ever since you laid eyes on him?"

     "The very same!" I continue jumping and fangirling. This day just keeps getting better and better.

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