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Authors: T. A. Foster

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London Falling

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London Falling

 

 

 

T.A. Foster

London Falling

 

Copyright © 2014 by T.A. Foster

ISBN-13: 978-1494340766

ISBN-10: 1494340763

 

All rights reserved.

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

 

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

 

Cover Art by LLPix Photography, www.llpix.com.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Acknowledgments

 

As always, my family deserves so much credit for supporting me through all of my books. Thank you for everything that you do.

 

Thank you, Mary-Kathryn for the endless reading and feedback you gave me throughout the creation of London Falling. Beau and London wouldn’t be who they are without your help.

 

Thank you, Jessica for pointing me in this direction. London Falling wouldn’t even exist if you hadn’t encouraged me to try something new.

 

Even though my Carolina days aren’t that far behind me, I desperately needed your help, Kelly to submerge myself back into college life. Thanks for the inside scoop on all things Carolina and for letting me pretend for just one more day that I was a student.

 

I’m so lucky to have such a fantastic editor in H. Danielle Crabtree—you teach me something new with every book. Not many authors can say they have an emergency on-call editing consultant—Jennifer, thank you.

 

To all the bloggers and readers out there, thank you for reading!

 

 

 

For all of my Carolina Girls

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heads Carolina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I needed this. It was one grade. It was my graduation, my future, and my life—what choice did I have? He would forget this ever happened. We both would.

 

I tapped out the last sentence and pushed the enter button with limited certainty.

 

It was done. Now I just had to wait.

CHAPTER ONE

 

 

 

Three Months Earlier

 

I brushed my flyaway bangs from my eyes and settled into a seat in the middle of the lecture hall. The oversized room was drafty, but I shirked the heavy coat from my shoulders and rubbed my arms a few times. At least the layered scarf wrapped around my neck gave the illusion of warmth.

 

How was it possible that four years of my life came down to this last semester? If the class had been offered in the fall I would have already taken it, aced the class, and graduated in December. However, the-powers-that-be who create the labyrinth of class schedules only offer Communication 224 in the spring. And without the class, I couldn’t apply for graduation.

 

I guess the advantage of having such a light schedule this semester was the extra time I would have for theater group. Nina and Derek needed help. They always needed help when it came to the Encore Theater ensemble we joined as freshmen. The plays didn’t produce themselves.

 

Students filtered in a few at a time, filling in the gaps in the stadium-like seating. Backpacks littered the little space left in the aisles. In unison, we pulled out our laptops and began the pre-class ritual of checking in with our friends.

 

I logged on to Facebook, just to make sure Nina posted the announcement about open auditions for
Spoiled Hearts
. Maybe it was the cold weather or the spring semester blues, but we hadn’t received much interest in the play. This was Derek’s debut as a playwright, and Nina and I were doing our damnedest to make it a success. That boy could write—the rest of campus would know it soon. Other than paying people for tryouts, we were running out of ideas to fill up the cast. Before I could add my comments to the catchy post, the lights started flickering.
Wait, was this curtain call?

 

“Welcome, everyone.” The woman at the front of the room cleared her throat and smiled at the students scattered in front of her. “I’m Professor Garcia and this is Communication 224: Current Issues in TV and Social Media.”

 

I closed out my screen and typed a new heading on a blank document.

 

“Before I move forward with my expectations for the semester, I want you to put those things away.” She shooed her hand in the direction of a line of computers dotting the front row. “Yes, I know what you’re thinking.” She rolled her eyes. “This might be a class on social media, but I don’t actually want you
on
social media while we’re
in
class. Understood?”

 

I didn’t see any heads nod, but Professor Garcia continued as if the entire class was on board with her rules.

 

“Most of you have heard that this class is a little unusual.” As she pulled the mic clipped to her lapel close to her lips, she smiled.

 

The class nervously chuckled in agreement. Communication 224 had a reputation for being the most unexpected class in the Communication Department. The waitlist to get in was always long and it didn’t help that it was only offered once a year. Maybe now that I was enrolled in the class I would actually find out what the buzz was about.

 

“I’ve posted your syllabus along with the reading assignments online on the class website. But I know what you’re really interested in is the project.” She raised her eyebrows and zeroed in on the students exchanging intense whispers.

 

A girl in yoga pants and a neon sweatshirt raised her hand. “Is it true we only have one grade all semester?”

 

Professor Garcia smiled. I observed the events unfolding like a stage production. It seemed this professor had rehearsed her lines.

 

“Your classmate in the front row asked if there is only one grade all semester.” She twirled on the heels of her leather boots and walked over to the smart board screen. She tapped a button and the screen flashed a Y, then an E, and finally an S appeared on the screen.

 

I couldn’t think of a time in class when I heard so many audible gasps. I kept my objections tightly locked away.

 

“Before I hear the outcry and protests on how this is unfair and I’m ruining your grade point averages, blah, blah, blah, let me explain how this class works. Yes, there is only one grade, but you’re not in this alone. Everyone has a partner, and together you work on a final project. Each week in class we discuss the readings and how they pertain to the project you’ve been assigned. I don’t give you random pop quizzes or ask that you post weekly on the discussion board. You are all either juniors or seniors. At this point, you know how to participate in your classes—it’s up to you what you do with the information I present in here.”

 

She paused and surveyed what I imagined was an entire auditorium of wide-eyed upperclassmen.

 

“Go home, do the reading, and at your next class, on Thursday, you get your assignment. For those of you who are required to take this class, you have a few weeks to decide if you want to drop it from your schedule. It’s not for everyone. See you in a few days.” Professor Garcia waved a hand in front of the class and walked to the smart board, cutting its power.

 

It was only for a moment, but I sat in my folding chair while the other students dispersed around me like ants. Class hadn’t even lasted ten minutes, and I couldn’t wrap my head around what had just happened. Maybe I was going to have more time on my hands than I realized.

 

***

 

“London! You’re here! I didn’t expect you for at least another hour. You can help me figure out this costume nightmare.”

 

My best friend, theater partner, and roommate looked ecstatic to see me. “Nina, you won’t believe this class.” I wasn’t sure where to start.

 

I dropped my bag on the floor and joined my bestie on the stained and spotted couch in the basement of the Encore Theater. Nina had scattered pages of a script and was flipping through magazine pages. We had been a part of the eclectic and fiercely independent theater group that wrote, directed, performed, and produced all of its plays since we first arrived at Carolina. My days and nights were devoted to every word uttered on this stage.

 

“Tell me. What is Garcia’s big project this semester? I can’t wait to hear what she’s come up with for you.” She grumbled as she folded the corners of her magazine.

 

“I don’t know. She’s keeping it a big mystery until next class. I’m surprised she’s not teaching in the Drama Department instead of Communication. She had this whole production lined up to deliver the big cliff-hanger just so she can shock us next class. Don’t know if I’m buying it.”

 

Nina laughed. “Yep, that sounds like her. I heard one year she had her class go all semester without using their Facebook or Twitter accounts, and one year they had to create their own website as a class and keep a twenty-four-hour chat going for the whole semester about stuff happening on campus. I never read it, but I heard it was intense.”

 

“Are you serious? Those both sound a little extreme.” I started tagging pictures as I read through scenes in the play. I didn’t like the idea of either of those projects, but this class was just a means to an end. “It doesn’t really matter to me. I have one semester left then I’m done. I’m so ready to pack my bags and head to L.A. Have you been outside today? It’s snowing again. Next year at this time, I’ll be in shorts, looking up at palm trees and sunny, warm skies. Good-bye, North Carolina. Good-bye, snow and ice. Hello, Hollywood.”

 

“Not everyone loves summer weather all year, you know. I like the snow—sometimes. Plus, it only snows a few times a year. You’re always talking about leaving, London. But I’m not giving up. I still have one semester to get you to change your mind.”

 

I laughed at my roommate. “No way. That’s not going to happen. I’ve been dreaming about living in California and acting since I was a little girl. Why would I stay in North Carolina?”

 

“Maybe because your friends and family are here and you lo-ove it.” Nina giggled as she wiggled back and forth on the couch.

 

“That’s not fair. I do love it. You think I should give up everything and join the family business?”

 

Nina shrugged her shoulders.

 

“Well, that’s not what I want to do. I can’t be an actress here. Even the great plays that are on campus travel around the country. They don’t stay here. I’ll never make it as an actress in a small town like this.”

 

“London, they’ll eat you alive in L.A. You’re too sweet for Hollywood life. You’re the nicest person I know and nice people don’t finish first in that business.”

 

“Aww…you didn’t say that last week when I wore your white sweater without asking.”

 

“Well, you should have asked me. Are you going to at least do a college bucket list?”

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