"You may now exit the plane in an orderly fashion," a flight steward's voice sounded through the speakers, "Thank you for flying with us."

"It's over!" I stretched my arms over my head, "I'm staying away from any airplanes for a while."

I waited for Adam to slip out of his seat and stand up so I could get out as well. He grabbed his bag from the overhead cabin and a man who was walking by the aisle gave him a pat on the shoulder, "I'll wait for you outside."

"Alright Uncle Robert," he nodded to the man as he checked his belongings.

"Hey thanks," I told him just as he was to walk away. He whipped his head to face me and I continued, "For talking to me and helping with the writing."

"It's okay," he smiled, adjusting his bag on his shoulder, "Thanks for keeping me entertained as well."

And just like every airplane encounter, I watched as he walked away into the sea of people. He was just a passing face, as I was to him. But hey, he gave me a little bit of encouragement so I'll give him plus points for that.

Reaching, I grabbed my carry-on bag and proceeded to walk, ready to face whatever was ahead of me. Let me tell you, I was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be all rainbows and butterflies but then again, I didn't come here to relax.

During the flight, I managed to jot down a chapter. It was a start, and that guy surely helped by striking up a conversation whenever I showed such a disgruntled face. We fell asleep almost at the same time and he was actually the one who woke me up when we were just about to land.

I passed by the usual protocols when you enter a foreign land. I got through baggage claim and lugged my heavy suitcase around as I got outside, lining up to get a taxi.

Once I got in, the driver turned to me, waiting for my instructions. Looking up from the folder on my lap that had all of the information of my destination, I spoke the name of the university.

He nodded as he adjusted his rearview mirror, driving off to the direction of the university. I scanned through the different papers that were given to me, from pictures of the school to the different rules and regulations that I had to follow.

I'll be sharing a dorm with some other girl – hopefully a nice one. From the things listed here, it seems like a decent place to go, I heard it's one of those respected uni in the country and thanks to my ever so meddling uncle, getting me in was easy.

But like they say for most schools, it's easy to get in but it's hard to stay in.

It was a rather long drive because from what I knew, the university was detached from the main town. It was literally in the midst of a forest with its own little community surrounding it. The complete opposite of what I grew up with.

When the vehicle got passed those tall gates, I gaped at the size of the place. Multiple buildings proudly stood next to each other as a bunch of other students came running around, some also just arriving here with their bags.

"We're here, miss," the driver said, unbuckling his seatbelt as he went to help me with my luggage. Opening my purse, I looked at the meter before grabbing the correct amount of money. I still have a hard time identifying the currency, but I'll get through somehow.

Getting outside with the smaller bags I brought, I gave the driver the money along with a tip. He smiled politely before getting back inside the cab and driving away. Looking down at my suitcase, I blew a stray piece of hair before dragging the heavy thing along with me.

Checking the map I had, I maneuvered my way to the large building that had the sign 1-Ladies Dormitory at the very front.

There was a total of six in-house dorms. Three for the boys and three for the girls. They weren't large, maybe three floors each at the max, but they were interconnected with each other.

Many other girls came in and out of the building, some trying to get through, other laughing as they pulled their friends. With a heavy heart, I carried my suitcase up the stairs before I wheeled it in up to the desk where a woman sat, a long line right in front of her.

Others had a sense of familiarity and for sure most of the freshmen shared my sentiments but I was so far away from home, more so than they were.

The line was quick and when I got to the very front, she gave me a smile, "Hello, I'm Kristy, your dorm mother. What room?"

"3K," I said, reading the one printed on the paper I had. She nodded as she turned around to the drawers behind her, opening one of them to retrieve a key.

She handed it to me as she signed my form, "Meal schedules are printed there and if you have any other questions, don't be afraid to ask."

Moving away so the girl behind me can also get her key, I stared at the long staircase, audibly gulping. Bending down, I slowly climbed up the steps with my suitcase, praying that I don't fall. Maybe I should have packed lighter.

I overpack all the time, but this time it was mixed with paranoia since I wanted to be prepared for whatever situation I would find myself in.

You would think with the amount of people moving in and out each they would have the mercy to put in an elevator. Then again, the gorgeous architecture was too beautiful to mess with any kind of change.

Once I reached the third floor, I was already exhausted. Trying to catch my breath, I practically crawled to my room. The door was slightly open, which made me assume that my roommate was already in there.

Knocking lightly on the door, I pushed it open. A figure had her back turned to me as she spoke with someone through her phone, fixing up her side of the room. Glancing at the opposite end, it was bare except for a bed, a side table, and a dresser.

"Yeah, got it mum," the girl sighed, "Bye."

Hanging up, she jumped up slightly when she finally noticed me standing there.

Taking a deep breath, I gave her a polite smile as I took the initiative to greet her, "Hello, I'm Sienna."

"American," she easily concluded with an excited grin, "Oh sorry, I'm Julia."

"Do I lack the accent?" I laughed as I went to my side of the room.

When she realized that we didn't have this awkward atmosphere between us, she relaxed and shook her head, "Not really, it's mostly the way you look."

Okay then.

I placed my suitcase on top of the bed and zipped it open, my clothes and other belongings practically spilled out. I had to pay extra weight for this, but my excuse is I'm staying for about four years with only a few trips home, I think it's worth it to pay that amount just to bring this.

Unbuckling the belt that held it all down, everything sprung up. I scooped out my clothes and laid them to the side as I stared at my other things at the bottom of the suitcase.

There, at the middle of everything, laid the book that had my sweat and tears. I had debated for so long whether I should take it or not, but my brother did the decision making for me and chucked it inside when my hands were full.

I stared at it with its pastel themed cover and the cursive font that printed its title along with my name at the very bottom.

This was the reason for everything that was currently happening and I wanted nothing but to bury it.

At this point, I was willing to try anything.

"What's that?" Julia asked, peeking over my shoulder as she read the text, "Sienna Clark?"

"Yeah," I replied bashfully, hopelessly trying to block her view by stacking a few more articles of clothing on it. She was quick with her hands though, because before it could totally be lost in the sea of my belongings, she managed to snatch it up.

"I think I just won the roommate roulette," she joked, stopping right at the About The Author page. It showed a younger picture of me, three years ago when I was sixteen. The hype lasted for about a year and a half, but soon, people started moving on to the next big thing.

The only reason why this got popular was because majority of the teenage girls were able to relate to it, my readership wasn't really broad but it was enough to pass the word around and got people interested.

Unfortunately, I got too elated by the simple joy of having people ask for my autograph and reading the good reviews to remember the main thing I should be doing – writing.

Have you ever felt it? The way you construct such a wonderful story in your head yet when it's time to put it into words, you just blank out. It was like your vocabulary suddenly went down the drain and I regret not taking full advantage when I was at my height. I was truly inspired back then, I could just write for hours and hours, I couldn't concentrate on my lessons because I was too busy thinking of the next scene to take down, and reality took a backseat to this imaginary world that I managed to create.

Maybe uncle was right, I needed a change of scenery. All I did for almost a year was to stare at the light gray walls in my bedroom while my laptop sat on my desk, begging for me to use it with the same reason why I bought it.

"Lost in thought," Julia hummed as she observed my blank expression, "You know, I just love looking at the way talents suddenly become lost in their thoughts."

"What?" I questioned, taking the book back when she handed it to me.

She smiled with a shrug, "They're in another world. For musicians, they could be thinking of another beat, for actors, they're imagining the world as their stage..." she started listing off, "And for writers, they just created another reality, all in their head. May it be for poetry, short stories, novels, or anything else, it's all in there."

As she finished her explanation, I blinked down at her and she stood up before heading back to her side of the room to finish up with her preparations. This university was famous for its talents, with arts being its pride. I still haven't asked what was Julia's major but all I knew was that she had a passion in her. Because I truly believe that only a person with a mind filled with its own wonder can say something like that.

A passion that diminished within me.

My hands traced over the writings on the cover, willing my mind to remember the first time I held a copy in my hands. I was so excited, that joy of finally seeing your words on print could never be matched. I felt like I did something right, this little thing made me find my place.

And so I allowed it to become my first belonging to find its own spot in my new room. I set it on one of the shelves, unconsciously smiling at the way it appeared to watch over my bed.

Who needs a dreamcatcher when I already have a dream that came true?

Alright Sienna, we can do this.

But first things first, somebody was waiting for me, "I'm heading to the campus, I need to see my professor."

"Teacher's pet right on moving week," she teased before nodding, "Come back soon, I don't want to be a loner here all day."

I laughed, "Sure."

Stuffing my phone into my pocket, I went on my way out. As far as I know, it was moving week for the students boarding in the campus. Old ones come back from their vacations and the new ones settle into their rooms. The organizations were scattered around, trying to reel in new members and it was just the start of a year of work for everyone.

Walking under the sun as I tried to maneuver through the groups of people, I squinted my eyes trying to identify the different buildings. Looking down at the picture I've saved on my phone, I stared at the old-style architecture before moving on to the next one.

When I was sure of the right building, I went through the large doors and stared at the grand staircase right in front of me, glaring at me with its wooden glory.

Making my way to the faculty room, I knocked on the door before peeking my head in. There weren't many people in there which was understandable since it was still practically their break. Clearing my throat, I spoke, "Excuse me, is Mr. Kingsley here?"

As if on cue, the person mentioned looked up from his computer, his eyes widening in surprise behind his square glasses. He slowly turned to the door to find out the source of the voice calling out his name and when he saw me there, a huge grin appeared on his face.

Pushing himself off of his office chair, he made his way to me and invited me inside, "Sienna."

"Mr. Kingsley," I greeted formally. He frowned, his back turned to his co-workers so they couldn't see this childish display. Finally cracking, I smiled before addressing him the way he wanted, "Hey Uncle Levi."

"I'm glad you made it, I was worried since there wasn't even a call that you landed safely," he said, "Got settled in yet?"

"Sort of," I answered, "Are you busy?"

He shook his head, peeking over his shoulder to check on his laptop, "Just preparing my lectures. How about grabbing some lunch together? My treat."

"Lunch alone with your student," I muttered, "Very scandalous."

He rolled his eyes before going back to his desk to pack up his belongings, "I just want to catch up with my favorite niece."

"I'm your only niece," I pointed out.

Zipping up his messenger bag, he turned to me with that goofy smile, "Exactly."

Levi Kingsley was my mom's little brother, by only a year. He was a great writer and the fact that my mom was one of the best literary agents in New York helped him big time.

Well, it also helped me but that was beside the point.

He married to this British girl whom he met through his publisher and the rest was history. They moved to England, he got offered a job as a professor in this university and she continued on with her work being an editor. I'm only going up to that part of their story since I don't want to recount the time my cousins were brought into their tale.

We ended up in one of the restaurants just a small walk away from the university. Looking around, I noticed the couple just about my age sitting a few tables away from us. They were quiet, not even one uttering a word as they ate their lunch in silence.

Uncle saw my gaze and he propped his chin on the palm of his hand with his shoulder resting on the table, "They haven't seen each other in a while. They're probably studying in the university and though they have a lot to tell, they don't open up because they're just enjoying their time together."

Gazing at him, I lifted a brow, "You know them?"

He grinned before taking a sip of his coffee, "How about you? Do you know them?"

Something I certainly didn't miss was his mind tricks. I didn't know the couple and right now, I was positive that he didn't as well.

"Come on, you know them," he urged, "Explain why they're eating in silence."

Alright, I was going to play along.

"Probably because they're fighting," I said before subtly gesturing at the girl, "She has her eyebrows scrunched up and her lips are jotted down into a pout, she's obviously displeased. The guy refuses to meet her gaze because he just keeps staring at the burger on his plate, they're on the verge of breakup yet they don't want to call it quits yet."

When I turned back at him, he had this knowing look as he crossed his arms over his chest before nodding in approval, "See? You know them."

Shaking my head, I mindlessly twirled a french fry between my fingers, "I don't, I just made it up."

"I did as well," he told me, "We made things up based on what we saw. We created a story with nothing but a single image. You haven't lost your way, Sienna, you just came across a fallen tree that blocked your way."

See? He was playing those mind tricks again.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you just need someone or something to give you a lift so you could jump over that tree," he explained, "And I'm going to help you find that."

Crossing my arms over my chest, I shot him another question, "Why don't you just give me a lift?"

"Because I'm too old to be part of the main story," he stated, "I'm just a side character."

"Uncle, what are you implying?" I groaned, extremely confused.

"Your new story," he said, "Is just starting."

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Guess who almost forgot that I had to update? It might be late but we still got it up!

Just saying, your girl is beyond stressed and here's a thing about college that I never thought would happen because it's too comedic to be true: I was receiving so many messages while I was in Spanish class for our org and I couldn't concentrate on what tf Shakira was singing because we had to translate her song. 

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