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2023-01-05 19:41:21CHAPTER 2
Starman college located at the northern side of California at Oakland was founded by early scholars and it has remained prestigious and has remained the most prestigious school in the whole of California and might be the best in the whole United states.I opened the mail and guess what, yep, I got accepted into Starman college, yayyyyy, I know right, the most prestigious college in California, not like I had any doubt that I would get in I mean its Charity Goldtown, if they didn’t accept me who would they accept.I was so happy and excited, yayy I’m a star now, that’s what they call students from Starman “stars”I was still having my moment when my mom cut in“Davis got accepted too to study the same course, guess your academic rivalry continued” she said and that was a kill joy“What?” I asked and she nodded and left for work. *********Davis was going to the same college as me, Davis! the same Davis I hated a lot.Davis Garraway had always been a painful thorn in my flesh since the day we moved to California.The day we arrived in the neighborhood, while other kids tried to make me feel welcomed, Davis spilled hot coco on me on purpose and he laughed while I felt embarrassed.In school, we went toe to toe in each class, he would always ensure he defeated me and when he did, he would send kindergartens to my window and they would sing me the loser song.“You are a loser, a big fat loser, a loser, a loser, a loser, a loser, L O S E R “I could still remember the song like it was yesterday. In high school he made everyone believe I was a weirdo and most people avoided me, when I was bullied, he would come to my rescue which I hated a lot and he would tell everyone that he was the only one allowed to bully then after he would force me to say thank you to him a zillion times as a sign of appreciation. Davis was the devil in human form and everyday he just got worse and treated me worse, then in high school I had a zit on my nose once in eighth grade and he said I looked like a goblin, yep that was how my famous nickname came about. The whole had joined him afterwards and then he forbade them from calling me goblin that only him had the right to. Like what does he think of himself? because he has nice jaw line, perfect abs dreamy eyes and… whoa whoa whoa we missing the point here, scrape those lines out that was meant to be there. The point is in my eyes Davis Garraway had horns strapped to his head and a tail with an evil laugh. Now I have to go to college with him too and let my 5 years be tormented by the devil.“Thank you so much universe for never allowing anything go in my favor, trust me you are the best” I said sarcastically when I noticed my window was moving. “who’s there you better speak up now I have a riffle with me” I said with fright as I heard chuckles then finally a head poked in and the hair was a light as curly wave, I don’t need to tell you who.“What are you doing here?” I asked as he continued climbing until he was inside my room, “what are you doing here Garraway?” I asked again as I gave him an unwelcoming look.“nice room goblin but its rather small, my room should be thrice this” he continued and I paid no attention. I imagined drawing the horns and tail with the evil laughter.“You will still look hot as a devil” I blurted out“What?” he asked confusedWhat did you just blurt out girl, I don’t know it just came out, how did it come out I thought we were enjoying drawing horns and a tail on him, me too, go fix it.“I wasn’t talking to you” I replied and I moved away to avoid further questions, then I remembered it was my room and he was still there, “what are you still doing here” I asked trying to change the subject“Well since you are done with your usual weirdness, I came to give you good news”“What news can be better than hearing you have ceased to exist in the world again” I said as I laughed and stared at me for a while.Did Davis Garraway just smile at you laughing, no he didn’t subconscious, I swear I just saw him smiling, get out of my head.“Ha ha very funny goblin, well to tell that I’ve been accepted into Starman too and guess who you would not be getting g rid of anytime soon?” he asked as he pointed at himself and my momentarily laughter was suspended as my face went pale. “that’s good enough news right, now I’ll get going goblin byeeee” he concluded dramatically.I guess that ruined the entire evening for me.
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