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[cecelia.]

Harper, and everyday woman with dreams and ambitions, has been a very good student since elementary school. She had finished high school no more than a month ago and had applied for CSU, Chinder Smithens University. A few months later, she expects the letter. Will she go or not?

These images are not mine!
Inspired by Sims 3 University

[cecelia.]

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❝Harper yawned vigorously and stretched in her springy bed. She had a faint smile on her until her big doberman, Sarge, barged in her room. Flailing for life as she fell to her velvety floor, she felt the life sized dog nudge her softly. "Oh yeah, you reminded me," she trailed off and flipped her thick light brown hair into place. She patted the dogs head and headed out of her room in order to get to the bathroom. She brushed her hair, putting it into a messy bun and positioned her soft pajama pants and her over sized sweater into place and then followed the big doberman as it playfully barked at the front door. Her house was small yet satisfying. She didn't think about having a husband or kids, she actually wanted to enjoy her youth. Anticipation crawling in her mind, she nervously opened the front door to reveal a lush green landscape, with a huge oak in the middle of the yard. The young adult's feet slipped into some sandals and she briskly headed for the mailbox, closing the door behind her. She would be back anyway. Skipping along the brick path, her hand fumbled to open the mailbox, Harper's heart felt like it was thumping out of her chest. Will I get in? There's only a small chance like winning the lottery... Then she realized a small letter, the only one in fact, inside the metal space. Grabbing the letter quickly and tearing it open, she felt a warm tear of happiness slide down her rosy cheeks. Her light skinned hand pulled out the folded paper, the front read in fancy gray letters, Welcome to Chinder Smithens University, you have qualified and your first term shall begin August 2, 2015.❞

[cecelia.]

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❝Harper stashed the letter back into the mail box and rubbed her face, her hands were cold. She smiled even if her jaws hurt and she took the letter into her new camaro. The letter flooded her thoughts as she turned the radio on. Somehow, "Best Day of My Life" came on and she happily sang to it. She had locked the front door and left Sarge out to gaurd the home. It was the best she could do since she was going to her mom's house.


I knocked on the front door as hard as I could. I didn't want to scare my parents like those UPS drivers, but it was worth it. I caught a glimpse of my mother's warm soul as she opened the door. I smiled and looked at her steadily. "Mom," I started, handing her the letter. Her pale orange face seemed to glow and she got it. It was obvious anyway. She hugged me and held my hand. "Come here, we'll tell your father and your brother," she heartily whispered and led me to the living room. It was a warm golden orange, with white couches and plenty of sunlight streaming in. In the middle was a nice coffee table with some candles in the middle. Orange was their favorite, we were all Mexican anyway. As I was looking at the room, I could see my father, a short, stocky man, walk to me, his arms spread wide apart and, well, I ran to him and hugged him fiercely. I looked up and saw my brother coming too, with a huge smile across his face. I hugged him as well and sat down. "Well, this is the moment we were all waiting for," I half giggled as my mother started reading the letter. As soon as we finished, my mom cried happily. It was a huge thing, I mean, getting into university! ❞

[cecelia.]

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❝The young adult sighed and let her straight hair hang down along with her head. Her hazel eyes were glazed with emotion and she pulled the suitcases up to board her flight. She had given her dog to her parents for them to care for him. It was all happening so fast. Too fast. It was already July 31st, 2 days before school. Walking up the stairs, she let herself slip into a row at the back of the plane as soon as she put her suitcases above her. Putting her seat belt on, she noticed a man with curly dark hair and glasses sit down next to her. Now she really was crammed. The man had dark brown eyes and he was wearing a hoodie. Harper glanced at him but awkwardly looked down if he caught her. He smirked. "We're going to be here a few good solid hours, so we might as well introduce ourselves," he chuckled, his dark eyes staring at her,"I'm Louis." Harper coughed and pulled her bangs back a bit. "I'm, uh, Harper," she nodded slowly. "Well then, uh Harper, it's nice to meet you," he laughed and looked away. "Where are you going?" Harper questioned quietly. "I got accepted to Chinder Smithens," Louis whispered in reply. "Oh my god, me too!" the young woman told him. "That's really cool. I'm going for animation, which is pretty much fine arts." "What else do I need to know? We're practically the same," she laughed, and she felt herself open up a bit more.

I felt a few cold waves go through me and I opened my eyes. Ugh. Still on the plane. Pulling my hair back a bit, I noticed my head on something soft. I felt myself shake and I noticed I had been sleeping on Louis the whole time. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I said wearily as I noticed a gentle smile on his face. He must've been maybe 21 or so, but I felt so embarrassed. "I'm really, really sorry," I said again, but seriously. "It's alright," he whispered. "It's 9 PM anyway." I felt my cheeks go hot and red. I was sleeping on a stranger. I felt his warm fingers stroke my cheek and he continued to do something on his laptop. I felt my throat swell up and my face get even warmer. Oh... did I actually start liking him? I kept staring at him like a puppy, but I got comfortable and pulled my sweater over me when he glanced at me.❞

[cecelia.]

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❝I sighed and brushed my hair back with my hand as I reviewed my room. A few black and white paintings, check. A few books. Check. My sketch pad? Ah check. My phone? I patted the sides of my pants and then looked at my bed, where it was at. I picked it up and saw a missed call. I curiously looked through my calls. Louis? I nervously tapped the dial button and sat on the bed as I raised the phone. "Hey, this Harper?" a voice asked. "Yes, she is speaking," I answered with my hand over my mouth. "Hey, want to get to the coffee shop after our first class? We have an hour break in between." "Yeah, sure. Should I meet you over there or-" "I'll pick you up," his voice answered.❞

-to be continued-

[cecelia.]

I'll finish a chapter in a few days maybe :c sorry for the wait

[rainswept.]

Can't wait to see what's next >u< keep writing !

[cecelia.]

ahh thanks

I was about to quit this actually

but you helped alot ;^;