A/N It's been a long time since i've been on fanfiction, and i'd like to thank everyone who commented on "You're not Alone" Here comes another story Hope you like it! 3
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Miss Independent
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Prologue
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The sunlight that streamed through the net curtain of her room gently kissed her skin as she squinted, flinching at its consuming light, that kissed her skin in the warmest of ways. Her bedroom, the one that she had lived in for the last eighteen years fell silent from the rustle and bustle it had experienced since early that morning, mountains of boxes now stacked where her draws had held her treasured possessions. Helga Patakii, eighteen years old had passed her A levels in English and Drama with flying colours and apart from a few mishaps that the last two years had experienced and been accepted into a wide range of universities. Today, would be the last time she would ever sleep in her childhood room again. The thought of which made her eyes sting a tragic red, and pursed her lips together in a momentum of strength. As she brushed it to the back of her mind. If you had known Helga in her childhood years you would never of guessed that the once tom boy's room was a pastle pink or that in the majority of the boxes held scraps of paper with rushed jotted lines of passionate poetry on magazines.
The truth was that she had to change, however much she hadn't of wanted to. Like a child not wanting to grow up, the eighteen year old Helga Patakii was just a shadow of the uni browed grumpy girl with the blond bangs. Now she was slender, feminine and more importantly, happy. Things like romance and boys could be put on hold, she had more important things to worry about. People had called her hard, and not in the past 'ill-beat-your-face-in' way, but the fact she didn't let anyone get close to her. She had her reasons, just like how she had forbidden herself to remember particular painful memoires. There was not use dwelling on the past, however much it wrenched her heart. She had found out that love was not a necessary emotion, and that it only distracted her from her true potential of concentrating herself on writing which she had forced herself to believe was her only role in life. That's why she had chosen Hegndrich University, a school in the city 400 miles away from her hometown. What she needed was a restart, where nobody knew her, or care to know her and she could finally finish her book.
A triumphant smile lingered on her face as she gave her pillow and unnaturally strong squeeze with a savage twist, as if where somebody's neck, and a muffled cry of devious laughter chuckled out from her pink lips in the delightful thought of being alone. Scorning out of her window as the people outside turned to see where such laughter was coming from. And she raised her hands too her forehead in delight, her thoughts racing, ever darting a particular subject. Punching the pillow with extreme force to break it out of the oval shape it lay in. Stupid. She was getting late. After all it was all his fault. No. Yes, a new start would be nice.
Suddenly her laughter stopped as she flopped onto her bed, her eyes drifting over the ceiling in nostalgic fashion. She remembered years of longing, years of torment, years of devotion and years of heartache, which all came down to nothing. If love was something wanted, then why did only succeed in hurting you? Weather it is that you don't have the courage to tell a person or it is just that you and that other person are just not mente to be, why is it that fate lets you fall in love anyway in a cruel mockery? Helga had thought over these things in the days filled of emptiness and nights of tear stained pillows and finally made a decision. It was because fate wanted to show you what sadness is like, so that'd you'd know when you where truly happy.
Besides...
Everyone has the right to start over...don't they?