Chapter 1

It’s not the load that breaks you down, it’s the way you carry it.

–Unknown

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Gabrielle Sanchess being the

second born of the Sanchess family was 20 years of age, beautiful, intelligent, an A* student with law as her objective and surely a party person just like her mother. Most of her weekends were surely of her partying till late hours.

She had long jet black hair, had green eyes inherited from her father, she had a body to die for and beautiful full rosy lips.

Her elder brother being Rodrigo was 28 years; was also like a best friend to her. He literally knew all her secrets; the times she would sneak into her room after partying,or the first time she lost her v-card, or when she had her first kiss.

He had brown hair he obtained from their mother. Tall, lean tanned in complection; he had blue eyes an attractive face and one serious temper. He was a surgeon and worked in a hospital for the mean time. With a younger sister Monica aged 18.

Gabrielle's parents were the best parents Gabrielle could ever wish for; supportive, understanding, rich and all the above: Martin and Celia Sanchess were a lovely couple and were proud owners of Sanchess Co.

Martin had met his wife in a club in a drunken state. He approached the bartender and sat by her, ordered a bottle of water and was met with Celia's laugh,

"What kind of guy orders water in a club?" She snorted.

"At least he has his wits together."

Martin had come to the club to get a good drink but had decided against it knowing his low tolerance to alcohol.

He had turned down a lady his dad wanted him to marry. He still remembers his words,

" And you better make the right decision before coming back home!"

So Martin was already at the edge and was ready to release his anger on anyone who put him off.

Their love was definitely not at first sight. But they grew to love each other.

Gabrielle drove to Belton University; her school in luxurious cars; Lamborghini,Benz, Audi ... latest designer clothing; Dolce and Gabbana, Gucci,Versace, you name it. In conclusion Gabrielle had everything she needed and asked for.

She had woken up this morning to get ready for school doing her usual routine ; brushing, bathing. Then applying light makeup, curling her already wavy black long hair. She then went ahead to put on a cropped grey hoddie, a stretchy black and white skirt, a Gucci portable bag for school to finalize her look she adds her Adidas sport shoes. Gabrielle was not really the jewelry type but decided to wear a small locket around her slender long neck.

Heading down stairs she realised that everyone was at the table including her sister, who was mostly late.

"Good morning everyone."

"Good morning sweetheart how was your sleep I hope you got some rest for today ." She just smiled at her dad. She definitely disliked Mondays. They were mostly dreadful. She anyways proceeded on hitting her brother on the head only to have him give her the I will get you look but with a smile. She was also really close to her younger sister but not as much as to Rodrigo. She raffled her hair and sat down.

After eating a delicious and refined breakfast she headed towards the garage to enter her car and was stopped by her sister.

"Gaby could you please give me a ride to your school I am dropping my application form to a uni and I will really appreciate it if your uni could accept me."

Gaby already knew her sister wanted to join her uni so she couldn't decline and accepted to give her a ride.

Well the ride wasn't what you'd called unpleasant cause they talked, Gaby asked her sister how school was and they talked a bit and settled in a peaceful silent. After 40 minutes of driving they finally arrived at school. She parked her Sleek Black E class Benz and descended with her sister.

She was greeted by her friend Alia as they entered the uni.

"Hey Gaby"

"Hey Alia."

Alia never really liked Monica. She always said she looked two faced and she never had a good feeling about her.

"Hi Monica."

"Hey."

Soon her boyfriend André came their way. He waved at Alia and at Monica but lingered a bit whiles waving Monica.

André Campbell is the first born of the Campbell family and is your rich handsome tall brunette with a flawless body. He had his flaws but Gabrielle still loved him.

He then went ahead to hug Gabrielle and pecked her on the cheek and glanced at Monica and spoke to Gaby.

Monica would admit she always found André handsome and always wished for his attention.

"You are here. Let's go for our lectures." Said André a bit wearily.

"Urm Monica I will really like to accompany you but I have class."

"Don't worry Gaby I will escort her and bring her back." Alia reassured her.

"Thanks Alia."

"Bye Moni, bye Alia."

And André and Gaby went to their lecture halls hand in hand like the perfect couple that they are.

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Monica who was as smart as her sister. She was small is size for her age. She had brown Bob hair. She was always cheerful and respectful. Had a curvy body, pointed nose, rosy lips, really nice brown eyes; she was beautiful. Her boyfriend was one lucky guy she was told most of the time and she loved her family. She had a good way of hiding her emotions so no one could actually get to her.

"Monica, what course are you applying for though?" Questioned Alia.

Monica always thought her sister's best friend never liked her. But the feeling was mutual.

She always thought of her sister's friend as noisy and unbearable but she decided to bear with her simply because she was her sister's friend.

"International relations." She gave the most curt answers possible to make their conversations short. By then they passed a room filled with PCs and projectors. She automatically knew that was the IT room.

"Why did you choose it though?"

Asked Alia.

"Because I like it." She said annoyed by such oblivious questions. Would I choose it for fun. She thought to her self.

"What's is with the short replies?"

"I don't really want to talk."

She is so annoying.

"Ok... .Well we are here. I also have class so I hope u find your way back but if you get lost you can ask people around." She requested in a relived tone.

"Thanks. Have a nice day."

She said in a monotonous tone.

She watched as Alia walked away. She really disliked this girl. She really looked ridiculous in those jeans. She then counted to three and entered the room. For an a* student she surely had no reason to be anxious but anyone would have naturally felt nervous.

"Here comes nothing." She mumbled as she entered a room to drop her application letter.