“Shit Val,” Bree says in shock, “You almost broke my damn nose.”
“Sorry,” I say with the slightest hint of a smirk.
I didn’t think the punch would be that hard, I do feel pretty impressed with myself though. Bree and I took up boxing lessons a while back as a way of spending some time together before we both go our separate ways for college. The fact that we had produced some toned figures from it was a mere bonus.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” I sigh. Time has passed by so quickly. Just a few more things to do then tomorrow we’re off. Bree had a desire to travel and since she has family in Malta, this seemed like the perfect place for her to go.
I on the other hand, well, let’s just say my plans have changed quite drastically in the recent year. You see, something I can best describe as a tragedy came my way and turned my life into a proper shit storm. It took months to feel like I had my head above water again, even if it was only just.
I worked my ass off for years to get good grades so I could study in some big fancy city, I took that dream and buried it far away into my subconscious. Instead I am going to the most hidden away place I could find: A place called King William’s Town.
Not much is known about the town, except for it apparently being one of the oldest towns in the country. The town was about a seven hour drive from where I live and in a few days I would officially start my first year as a student of King William’s University.
I do a final inventory check of my bags. I have my clothes, some essentials and a few sentimental items. I throw the last bag onto the backseat of my car and say my tearful goodbyes to Bree before putting the car into gear, taking a last look at the house in which I spent the entire 19 years of my existence. Now all that is left is an empty shell with not a single sign of the laughter that once filled its rooms.