lola_gopatandal

Status: 337604
Joined: November 5, 2012
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user id: 337604
Location: usa
Gender: F
hi. i'm lauren and i love to write. my current story,
gap year,kind of pertains to what i'd like to
become in the future. i like adventure. 
i'm fifteen years old and hoping to become a
journalist/anything that has to do with the news
once i finish high school. i live on the east coast 
of the usa. if you want to know more about me feel
free to catch me on instagram (@laurenquaid) most
people have told me ive got a good taste in music,
i dont really like to listen to the radio as much as i
love listening to 'indie hits' on pandora :) but i also
love to explore around and find my own music. my
most recent favorite would have to be 'rollerskate'
by matias aguyano. 

we are the makers of music and the dreamers of dreams. -willy wonka 

Quotes by lola_gopatandal

gayear.
prologue.
  when love just
"We'll be in middle school next year, can you believe it?"
"It's crazy."
"What are you guys gonna do when you finish high school?"
"I'm getting married,"
"I'm going straight to work."
"What about you, Isa?"
I look left and right. I was in fifth grade, how was I supposed to know what to do for something that would happen in a long time? 
"Maybe I'll stop for a year and take a break."
"So like a gap year?" My friend Baillie says.
"Yeah." I had no idea what one was. I just agreed because everyone else seemed to know. I didn't want to seem dumb.


That was me eight years ago. As of right now, I'm officially done with high school. And it wasn't as bad as people make it out to be. Maybe it was because I didn't try so hard.
I passed all of my tests with flying colors, got good grades, and now it's time to explore. I have the whole world ahead of me to see, and by this time next year I hope to open my eyes ten times more than what 'open' qualifies as now.
"Why are you taking a gap year?" my little sister asks. She's ten. I'm eighteen, turning nineteen next November. 
"Why wouldn't I? Would you like to be stuck at a desk for the rest of your life, just making enough to get by each day and having absolutely no time to do anything other than work?"
She's confused.
"Becuase I like adventure," Is my other excuse. 
"Can I come?"
She sits on my bed as I start researching things to bring. 
"No, I'm sorry,"
"Why not?"
I point to my huge glass jar, filled to the top with money.
"You see that? I've saved up for one person. You should have told me earlier if you wanted to go, then I would have saved up for you." 
"I can share things."
"It's okay, maybe next year."
I look in the mirror and my green eyes stare back at me. My light brown hair is somewhat shiny, I cut it to shoulder length. I check my phone and my friend, Adriana, wants to meet up at her house. I decide I should since I'd be gone in a few weeks. 
My sister, Wallace, and I have a good relationship. The only thing I envy about her is her name. It's gourgeous and original. Mine is just plain old Isabella, but when Wallace was little she'd call me "Isa," (pronounced e-sa) and the name stuck ever since. I'd miss this little kid exploring the world.
I sit down at my desk and apply make-up, keeping it natural. I'm just hanging out with a friend who has seen every possible side of me.
"I'll be back!" I shout to my family as I'm walking out the front door. "I'm going to Adri's."
I hop into my black rangerover and drive over.
Whenever I get into cars my mind tends to drift off. I begin to think about what the rest of the world was like. 
Sure, when I was smaller my family and I would travel everywhere. But, sadly, I was too small to appreciate any of the beauty going on, I was more focused on dinner that night.
I really am excited. New friendships, new sights, everything new.
My hopes were too high. My dreams always get crushed somehow. 


//a-n// thank you for reading.