It had been the same dream every night for Miranda it was like a cruel form of Déjà vu, one that she did not enjoy in the least bit. She would wake up sweating, her heart racing, and Panting. Her Red hair would be drenched with perspiration and sticking to the casing on her pillow. The dream had felt so real, and she would find herself wishing that she was ten years old again in her mother’s arms where nothing or no one could harm her. Miranda regained her composure and took a sip from the water glass on her night stand. She slipped her head back down onto her pillow hoping to get a few more hours of sleep, when her alarm sounded. Miranda glanced at the clock only to see that she was about to be late for her first class, if she did not get up and dressed in a hurry.

Plunging her bare feet onto the cold wooden floor beneath Miranda limped to the bathroom, where she began her morning routine. She would wash her face several times and then glare into the mirror. It never failed her freckles just wouldn’t disappear. She always thought if she washed hard enough they would go away, but her red hair and freckles were permanent. She did a little spin in the mirror while brushing her teeth. She hated her breast they were too small, she was too tall, her skin was too pale. Miranda glanced at the bathroom clock. She had less than fifteen minutes to get to class. She showered quickly, teased her hair and threw on her favorite Emerald green T-shirt and jeans and headed for the door.

She chained her bike onto the rack and entered professor Scutt’s class just in time. Miranda took her seat in the back, and listened to the rest of the lecture. Adonis Scutt was not your average professor, in fact, he was about the same age as most of the students, and his love for music was substantial. Miranda could have stared into his Dreamy blue eyes all day, but just as she had gotten fixated on his boyish face and perfect smile, his lecture ended.

Miranda slung her messenger bag over her shoulder and took her slender Five-foot-eight inch frame to her next class. She knew that she would see her two best friends Anna and Daniel, and her day would go by much faster. Miranda sat in art class and tried to focus on the model, but Anna kept making faces from across the room, breaking Miranda’s concentration. For most people it was hard to believe that Anna and Miranda were Friends they were totally opposite. Anna was about 5’3 with short black hair that was slightly shorter on one side. She loved to wear torn t-shirts and pants with chains on them. She loved rock music, while Miranda was a Pop kind of girl. Anna was loud and always spoke her mind; Miranda was more reserved, and not so quick to speak. They had been best friends since the third grade; even if they weren’t alike they would always be the best of friends.

Daniel walked into the room and burped loudly in the back of the class. Miranda figured he must have had something Spanish for lunch because of the spicy aroma that filled the air. Daniel crouched in his seat, while Professor Lepine glared at him with her tiny eyes.

“Mr. Stevens, the next time you 30 minutes late for my class, and then have the audacity to show up with bad manners I will fail you and not think twice.. understood.” She barked.

“Absolutely.” Daniel agreed.

The smug look on his face said that he could care less, and knowing Daniel he didn’t care. He was just in college to prove to his father that he wasn’t just a pot head and that he could do something with his life, even if that meant being an art freak.

Daniel always had messy hair, and his clothes were always ragged and wrinkled. He was almost always high, and when it came to parties he did them twice a day. Miranda glanced over at Daniel and smiled, Daniel winked and Miranda proceeded to paint the model in the front of the class.

“What do you mean Lepine hates you, she hates everyone. She’s a miserable old dame who needs to get a life.” Anna said.

“Don’t forget she needs a face lift.” Daniel laughed.

“Well you were 30 minutes late for her class, not to mention you came in and burped… let me guess you had Spanish food.” Miranda laughed.
They all began to laugh but was soon cut off by the presence of Heath walker. His presence alone was enough to stop traffic. It was His spiked blonde hair, his broad shoulders, and his irresistible good looks. Miranda tried to walk around him, but he had already grabbed her arm.

“Hey jerk let go of her.” Anna warned.

“It’s ok Anna… I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Miranda said her eyes pleading with Anna to leave them alone.

“If this jerk gives you any trouble…” Daniel was interrupted by Anna grabbing him by the throat.

Once Anna and Daniel had gone, Miranda started to speak.

“I have nothing to say to you Heath, haven’t you ruined my life enough.” Miranda exclaimed.

Miranda began to walk away, only to be cut off by heath standing directly in front of her.

“I know what I did was wrong, and I’m sorry; Miranda I want to be with you. You’re the only girl that’s ever just loved me for me. Not because I am the son of a rich Plastic surgeon. Not because of how good looking I am. Please just give me another chance.

His conceit almost made Miranda want to throw up. It was amazing how stuck on himself he was. That was one of the things that she had hated about him the most.

“Another chance to what Heath? Give me another STD? It was crabs this time what will it be next time AIDs.” Miranda said in a small voice.

“I said I was sorry what more do you want from me Miranda.” He said with his arms out stretched.

“I don’t want anything from you, you’ve given me enough.” Miranda entered her dorm, and didn’t look back. If there was one thing she wouldn’t let spoil a Monday afternoon, it was the site of a dirty bag like Heath Walker.

Anna and Daniel sat on Anna’s bed, and listened to some old AC-DC albums. Miranda hated every song by AC-DC; she was more of a Carpenter’s fan. Anna cut the radio off as soon as Miranda entered.

“So what did He have to say for himself?” Anna asked.

“It’s not important; I don’t want to talk about it…”

Miranda flopped down on her bed, and was determined to get some sleep before she had to go to work later. In all reality she had fallen in love with Heath much to fast. He had become her prince charming. She wanted so badly to ride off into the sunset with him on his white horse. She realized now that that was just a fairytale. She had stopped looking for her prince charming, forever.

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guys there is more to this story, and no I didn't edit *Batting eyelashes*.. hope you like

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