My first multi chapter story, I'm excited ah ! Ages are gonna be levelled out for the stories sake and there will be a lot of OOC, it's supposed to be rather comical at some points and I just wanna have a bit of fun hehe. Updates shouldn't be too spaced out. Do enjoy, and leave some favs a reviews :)

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She runs her fingers along the acceptance letter in her fingers, trailing along the letters delicately in almost disbelief. It felt as if she was too rough that it would disintegrate in her fingers. It was what she had been working for for years, what she'd struggled through school for, what she had worked through the horrors of foster care for. She'd finally achieved it.

She had finally received the acceptance letter to Oxford University.

She had received her results not too long before, having gotten straight A's in biology, chemistry and maths, the best in her year group by far. Not that anyone cared. The early years of torment and trauma she had suffered at the carehome had left her guarded and cold. No one stayed around long enough to get to know her, not that she didn't blame them. She was broken too far beyond repair, all she had left to redeem herself was her career.

Well, future career.

She still had years a university to get through, but she was ready for it. Excited, even. To get away from this city, to go somewhere new. She could rebuild her life and move on from the ghosts that haunted her. Ready to create a new life for herself.

She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the door slam of her small flat. She shared it with two other people, both female, but both miles older than her. They weren't the most pleasant of flatmates, but they were better than the care home by miles. As soon as she'd turned 16, she had moved out and found a flat that was at least good enough to help her get through her A levels on only a part time job- it helped that her boss took pity on her after finding out her living conditions and paid her more than a usual under 18, but funds were still tight.

She braved it out of her bedroom and headed straight for the fridge, deciding to get her dinner ready and celebrate on her own in her room. Her acceptance letter was clutched tightly in her hand, as if it were her new born child, while she removed all of her necessary ingredients- cheap frozen vegetables, reduced price chicken and some cheap baby potatoes as a treat.

She pushed the empty beer bottles aside to access the chopping board, alerting her two roommates of her precedes, who instantly take interest in the form clasped in the young girls hand. They share a look, before the taller of the two get to their feet and stride over to her, snatching it out of Jac's hand while she's busying herself with the necessary pots and pans.

"Hey-"

"Shut up."

The older girl snaps open the letter and runs her eyes over the letter, narrowing her eyes and a Cheshire Cat grin growing on her face as she finally figures out what the letter is for. All Jac could hear was the soft bubbling of the pot for the potatoes, eyeing up and down the taller girl in front of her as she helplessly stood watching, hoping the older girl took pity on her.

"Oxford uni, ay?" She hummed, shooting a smug smile at the other girl on the sofa, hearing a snort come from it, the two sharing a knowing look.

Jac's eyes fell to the ground, swallowing hard at the jab at her. She'd worked so hard for this, so damn hard. She knew that classmates that wouldn't have even got half the grades that she had gotten were at home being praised by their families and loved ones, so why did Jac not get the praise that she deserved?

The older girl considered the letter, before finally turning to look at Jac, her gaze piercing straight through her.

"Good riddance."

The girl sneered before dumping the letter in the boiling pot with the potatoes before grabbing a half empty beer.

She missed the tears that welled up in the young gingers eyes.

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Adrian Fletcher had breezed through school.

He was charismatic, he was popular, he was good looking.

He was also talented. Only where he was interested, though. Maths? No chance. Hated the subject, and even struggled to pass it at GCSE's.

Once he put his mind to something, he excelled in it.

Teachers spoke highly of the young boy, saying that he had a real future. Especially in sports. Adrian refused to rely on becoming a footballer, always having dreamed on going to university, and was set on doing sports science and going to Loughborough university, the best university in the country for sports science and sporting facilities.

He especially excelled in Rugby, making it to some national games but had no passion for taking it any further. He jogged daily and went to the gym when he could, determined to be the best he could.

He had one of the best sets of results in his GCSE's- minus the maths, of course. Getting a B wasn't bad, though.

Then A level options came around, and he was stuck. A level PE was a must, and was his number one subject. But he didn't really have a passion for any of his other subjects. Science was too much work, English was too ambiguous, and too much reading, and while he was good at art, he wasn't invested enough in taking it at A level.

On a whim, he chose PE, psychology and philosophy and ethics.

"Odd choice, but I wish you the best Adrian." His teacher had hummed, signing him down for the three subjects.

His parents were fully supportive of him, and were eager for him to do well.

"Our little Adrian going to the best sporting university in the U.K.!" His mum used to sing to him, pride bursting from her as she ruffled his hair.

But that wasn't the case for much longer. His interest in PE dwindled, and he took an interest in his other two subjects. He started spending less time in the gym, and turning up to less practises, opting to spend his time reading more and more books about philosophy theories, and case studies on interesting psychological trials.

University application deadlines finally came around, and he had a choice to make.

"Mum, dad, I don't want to do sports science anymore."

His two parents shared knowing looks, before smiling lovingly at their son.

"Do what makes you happy."

Psychology and philosophy. That's what would make him happy, he decided.

He applied all over the country, but he had his heart set on Oxford. He revised heavily for his exams, even going as far as to skip multiple 18ths- something he wouldn't have been caught dead doing in year 12- just to secure his place in Oxford.

Eventually, results day came, and so did his acceptance letter.

He fist pumped the sky eagerly, a wide grin adoring his face as he wraps his arms around his parents, all three cheering at their sons success.

"We're so proud of you."

His chest swelled up in pride, and he grinned eagerly at them.

After meeting with his friends and swapping their respective news, the group cheered and tumbled out in one mass towards the closest pub.

"Win or loose, we're on the booze!" He roared out, his friends hooting behind them, ready to celebrate their hard work.

Two very different people, two very different worlds, but both were about to head to the very same university.