Passing college is a difficult task on its own, but imagine what it's like when your final grade rests in the hands of the worlds' favorite rock-star.
As graduation from her local community college approaches, Reese Taylors yearns for some answers...
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People are fake.
It's as simple and as complicated as that.
I've avoided looking at my phone all morning, even though technically it's still morning in Californian time - my biological clock claims it to be one in the afternoon - because I'm not ready for the onslaught of messages that will be waiting for me when I turn it on.
I'm not sure I'll ever be ready.
I tried. I really, really tried to keep my trip to California under wraps. As soon as the other students in my Advanced Film Class found out about my project topic - because my professor was extremely impressed, he thought he needed to share the suppose to be private information to the class - people that hadn't spared me a second glance all semester were suddenly approaching me in the dining hall and sitting with me in class as if we were the best of friends.
My floor mates found out later that same day when my obnoxious neighbor knocked on my door, yelling at my roommate that we needed to keep the noise down because she couldn't possibly concentrate in the skilled art of packing her luggage for her trip to Figi- something she thought she needed to flaunt about - with our TV playing reruns of Friends.
So, said roommate, and my best friend, Cora, hurdled the couch to reach the door in time to call out to her, "yeah, well, Reese is going to California and is staying under the same roof as An Echo in Time."
And it just so happens that Cora has a very big mouth and the dorm walls are paper thin.
After that, I felt like a celebrity being bombarded by paparazzi. Question after question after question. The most popular one being if I'll be spending any time with the Lennon Ross.
Now, I may not know all of the band member's names, I'd have to be living under a rock to not know who Lennon Ross is.
I mean, his face is plastered all over my younger sister's walls.
But the question always irked me in ways I couldn't describe. He's not the only member of the band, but why aren't these random strangers questioning me about them?
My phone might just be staying off for the remainder of my trip. I can always message mom from Maia's phone to let her know my plane hadn't mysteriously vanished.
It's officially my first day of Spring Break, and instead of lounging on my couch back home, I'm sweating in places that have never sweat before as I stand underneath the L.A. sun.
There's something about the California sunshine that doesn't quite match the one back home. Even with the cool Pacific Ocean nearby, there's still this blistering heat that makes it almost unbearable to step outside. I squint against the natural light, wishing that the weather wasn't so terrible back home that I would've kept my sunglasses in my purse.
