Where does a story truly begin? In life, there are seldom clear-cut beginnings, those moments when we can, in looking back, say that everything started. Yet there are moments when fate intersects with our daily lives, setting in motion a sequence of events whose outcome we could never have foreseen.

It's nearly two A.M., and I'm wide awake. Earlier, after crawling into bed, I tossed and turned for almost an hour before I finally gave up. Now I'm sitting at my desk, pen in hand, wondering about my own intersection with fate. This is not unusual for me. Lately, it seems it's all I can think about. Aside from the steady ticking of a clock that sits on the bookshelf, it's quiet in the condo. My roommate is asleep upstairs, and as I stare at the lines on the yellow legal pad before me, I realize that I don't know where to start. I wanted to write a song where I can reflect. My life sory. But I'm not sure why I feel compelled to tell it in the first place. What can be achieved by unearthing the past? After all, the events I'm about to write happened 2 years ago, and I suppose a case can be made that they really began 15 long years before that. But as I sit, I know I must try to tell it, if for no other reason than to finally put this all behind me.

My memories of this period are aided by a few things: pictures, a folder of yellowed newspaper articles, my own investigation, and, of course, public records. There's also the fact that I've relived the events of this particular story hundreds of times in my mind; they are seared in my memory. But framed simply by those things, this story would be incomplete. There were others involved, and though I was a witness to some of the events, I was not present for all of them. I realize that it's impossible to re-create every feeling or every thought in another person's life, but for better or for worse, that's what I will attempt to do.

This is, above all, a love story, and like so many love stories, the love story of Romeo and Juliet is rooted in tragedy. But, it was also the happiest time of my life. The time where I can actually think back and feel happy about it. But, after she left, the worst period of my life happened. I tried to forget, I tell you. I really tried. Hard. But, for some unknown reason, I can't. Maybe because, the story's not yet finished or I'm just afraid to admit the truth that she might never come back.

Nevertheless, I have a song to write.

Maybe, I should just start remembering the things that day I met her the second time.

Santana breathed hard.

It's just a new school. Just lay low for the rest of the year and I can get out of here faster, she thinks.

Our story begins when she was on her Sophomore Year of College. As badass as she was, the last school she'd been to ended kicking her out. Today was the day, she'd transfer. To everyone else, this was just a normal day, but as oblivious as Santana was right now, today an important chapter in her life opened. The day were everything she thought of, believed will start to fade.

"Here we go." Santana exhaled deeply outside the big doors of Louis Hampton. She was not the kind of person who would be excited of getting in a new school. But she was more excited to torture new people.

Santana's heels clicked as she walked on the linoleum floor, heading up the desk. The ground floor of the dormitory looked rather astonishing. It appeared to go the entire length of the building. It looked very plush. There were leather couches and chairs in small clusters all around. There were large oil paintings of the University on all the walls.

That was Louis Hampton University. Where everything grew.

She came to a young woman, seated behind a long, wooden desk set diagonnally. Santana waited for her to look up from her notebook, a logbook of some kind which she was staring into. She was very pretty, Santana noticed. She had her straw-blond hair pulled back tight, and she was wearing a great-looking plum-colored suit with matching tie. Finally, she put the notebook down and flashed Santana an automatic smile. "Hi! I'm Debby, can I help you?"

"Whatever. I'm the new student here."

Debby checked the computer on the desk and looked up, "Ms. Lopez?"

Santana nodded weakly.

Then, Debby turned and picked up the desk phone, located on her right side, and said "Ms. Lopez is here."

After saying that, she put down the phone and turned to Santana, wearing a large smile, "Could you wait a few minutes?"

"Aw, hellz no!" Santana protested, "Can I just go to my room? I'm really tired."

"Okay, well do you know where your room is?"

The Latina stared at her, point-blank. Fuck, bitch got a point. "Fine." She said in defeat.

Santana waited, unpatiently. She stood by the desk, looking around people coming in and going. She doesn't recognise anyone, which she thought was great because the last thing she wanted was getting too close to anyone. She wanted to leave this place after this semester, so keeping low was her best shot. Santana hated goodbyes with a close friend more than anything else.

After a few minutes, a skinny asian guy appeared before them, wearing a toothy grin.

Debby told him " Mike! Good your here. Can you take Ms. Lopez here to her room? And then maybe after an hour give her the tour, Is that okay?"

Mike nodded and faced Santana "Nice to meet you Lopez!" then he extended his hand

Santana raised her brow at him.

Mike pulled back his hand, slightly embarassed. Then Debby cleared her throat obviously trying to lessen the tension.

"Okay then." Debby said "Here is your University card and your room key. Enjoy!"
Mike took the key and Santana took the card and read it.

Louis Hampton University Info Card

Lopez, Santana

Female

19 Years Old

Course: Medicinal Doctor

Room:404

Mike took Santana's trolley and led her to the elevator. Mike pushed the button '4'. While in the elevator Mike peeked at the Santana's info card.

"You're one lucky student Lopez, you got Room 404." He said, a huge grin in his face

Santana wondered why. She thought maybe because it had a nice view or maybe becasue it was near to the cafeteria of something. But it never occured to Santana the real reason why. She could have asked him, but she didn't mainly because she just wanted the guy to shut up.

Then the elevator opened in the Fourth Floor. Mike pulled Santana's trolley and said "C'mon, your room's right this way." The Latina followed closely, not wanting to get lost in the big dormitory.

They took a turn and at the end of the hallway, Mike stopped in front of a room.

"Here's your room." He said while opening the door with the key. Mike gave Santana her trolley and her key, she faced her said, "Good luck." And with that, he hurried off.

Santana stood infront of the door, studying the surroundings. The room was big, big enough for 4 people. Even though the room was just for 2 people. It had two beds, one on the right and one on the left. Each bed had a tabletop on the side. The room had two desks, two bookshelves, two lamps, one bathroom on the left, a sofa in the middle with a LCD tv. The right side of the room had things and decorations on them, there was even a Britney Spears poster. Santana obviously figured that was her roommate's side of the room. So she pulled her trolley on the side of her bed, placed her card and key on the tabletop then dropped her body on the bed. 'So this is where I'm gonna spend another useless year of my life' She thought

She looked at her roommate's cat-designed alarm clock, which displayed: 9:00 AM, SAT

Santana sighed, because it was so early in the morning and she was already tired and also because she hated this school already.

Then she heard muffling voices outside the door of her room. It sounded like two people talking. Santana sat up in her bed, not wanting to be seen in her bed slumping around. Then she heard footsteps retreat, and then she saw the doorknob turned and opened. Santana's eyes widened at the person she saw at the door.

She was a tall girl, and had a great bod. She also was really pretty, with long, wavy golden hair down to her shoulder and had creamy white skin without a blemish, and beautiful crystal blue eyes that seemed to sparkle.

"Cool!" The girl said with a huge grin on her face "My new roommate's here!"

Only a whispered word came out of Santana's lips,

"Brittany."

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