New fic...x
It's going to be joint between me and Lorna, just encase you get confused.
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Gaby's POVThis is it. University. Who would’ve thought that I, Gabrielle Lawson, would go to Hollyoaks as a university? I do like the village Hollyoaks, but it’s not exactly an ideal place for a university. I could be completely wrong though. It could be brilliant. I’ve heard so many good things about it. I just hope I meet someone… Nice. I can’t go to a university for 3 years and not find anyone I like.
“Hi, Gabrielle Lawson.” I told the receptionist. She looked through a big stack of keys and pulled out mine.
“Room 105, main building block.” She said sternly. Woh, she really must be bored!
“Thank you!” I reply, taking the key off her. This is it. The start of something completely new! I drag my suitcase out of the office and head to the stairs. There’s a sign.
Rooms 1-50 ground floor.
Rooms 50 -100 Go up
Rooms 100-150 Go up
Rooms 150 – 200 Go up
Up I go then. Oh I’m so nervous, and excited. I can’t wait! New place, new people, new world! I run up the stair case a little too fast. Like my parents always told me when I was younger, don’t rush, be calm. But I never listened to them, and obviously I still don’t! As I reached the top step my suitcase decides to spin around and I end up dripping over it, twisting my ankle on the way.
“Ow, ow, ow!” I scream. I sit with my knee up to my face, gripping my ankle, fighting back the tears. This really is a bad start. I’m so glad I’m wearing my skinny jeans and not my skirt!
“Are you alright?” I hear an Irish boy shout from the bottom of the stairs. I wipe away my eyes and try to make sure I look perfect. Then I look at him. Oh my god! He’s got make-up on! He’s wearing a skirt! This must just be a practical joke for fresher’s week. I really don’t want to get involved with whatever it is.
“Yeah, I just tripped.” I say, I try standing up. “Ow!” I wince.
“You’re obviously not ok.” He laughed. He helped me get up.
“Thanks, I’ll be fine. I just twisted it.” I told him.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Definitely.” I smiled at him, trying to reassure him. He still didn’t seem certain, but I think he had better things to do then wait around for my ankle to feel better.
“Well, if your certain.” He smiled at me. He had a very nice smile; beautiful glowing white teeth.
“I am.”
“Ok, well, I’ll see you around – umm?” He looked at me, questioning my name.
“Gabrielle.”
“Gabrielle. See you around.” He began walking away.
“Don’t I get to know your name?” I shout after him. He turns around.
“If I ever see you again, yes.” He turned around and walked away. If that was some sort of pick up line, it really didn’t work. He seemed nice, but he really is not my type of person. I try walking on my ankle. It still hurts a bit, but I can move it at least.
When I finally finish climbing the many stairs, I’m left to find my flat. Ok…
“100, 101, 102, 103, 104 and –” I look around the corner. 105!!! This is my new home for the next 3 years. 3 whole years! I get the key out and go to open the door. I put the key in. It wont turn! I’m there for ages trying to turn the key, looking like a fool, with my pink spotty suitcase lying at my feet!
“Try pushing the handle down!” A random person laughed as they walked past. I felt like such a fool. My face went bright red and I practically ran into the flat. It was already unlocked. How come I don’t try these things? How did I get into a university if I don’t even push a handle down! I lift my suitcase into the main room and see a sign on the wall.
FRESHERS!! TAKE FREE 3 ROOMS AT THE END!Ok… So there’s 3 rooms at the end that are free. Helpful. I walk down the small corridor and pick a room. I’m first to arrive. I get the biggest one with a nice bed and a decent size desk. This would be perfect. I just stay sat in the room for a while when I hear a bedroom door open.
“Hello?” It was the Irish bloke! Oh my god. I walk out slyly.
“Well fancy seeing you here.” I replied. He turned around and saw me. He then leaned back on his door, arms folder.
“Gabrielle.” He nodded at me.
“No name” I said, in the same tone, also nodding. He laughed.
“Would you like to know my name?” He asked.
“I think I have the right to.” I laughed.
“Ok, I’m Kris Fisher.” He replied. He was still wearing girls clothes.
“And the clothes?” I asked. He rolled his eyes.
“I wear girls clothes.” He told me. I burst out laughing. It was a joke, right?
“You got a problem with that?” He looked angry.
“That was a joke, right?” I asked, I stopped laughing.
“I’m sick of people taking the micky out of me because of what I wear!” He turned around and slammed his door shut behind him. Maybe things weren’t starting off good…
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