After PDF By Anna Todd Book

chapter one

My alarm is set to go off any minute. I’ve been awake for half the night,

shifting back and forth, counting the lines between the ceiling tiles and repeating

the course schedule in my head. Others may count sheep; I plan. My mind

doesn’t allow a break from planning, and today, the most important day in my

entire eighteen years of life, is no exception.

“Tessa!” I hear my mother’s voice call from downstairs. Groaning to myself, I

roll out of my tiny bed. I take my time tucking the corners of my bedsheet

against the headboard, because this is the last morning that this will be a part of

my regular routine. After today, this bedroom is no longer my home.

“Tessa!” she calls again.

“I’m up!” I yell back. The noise of the cabinets opening and slamming closed

downstairs makes it known that she is feeling just as panicked as I am. My

stomach is tied in a tight knot, and as I start my shower I pray that the anxiety I

feel will lessen as the day goes on. All of my life has been a series of tasks in

preparation for this day, my first day of college.

I spent the last few years nervously anticipating this. I spent my weekends

studying and preparing for this as my peers were hanging out, drinking, and

doing whatever else it is teenagers do to get themselves in trouble. That wasn’t

me. I was the girl who spent her nights studying cross-legged on the living room

floor with my mother while she gossiped and watched hours of QVC to find new

ways to improve her appearance.

The day my acceptance letter to Washington Central University came I

couldn’t have been more thrilled—and my mother cried for what felt like hours.

I can’t deny that I was proud that all my hard work had finally paid off. I got into

the only college I applied for and, because of our low income, I have enough

grants to keep my student loans to a minimum. I had once, for just a moment,

considered leaving Washington for college. But seeing all the color drain from

my mother’s face at the suggestion, and the way she paced around the living

room for nearly an hour, I told her I really hadn’t been serious about that.

The moment I step into the spray of shower water some of the tension leaves

my strained muscles. I’m standing here, under the hot water, trying to calm my

mind, but really doing the opposite, and I get so distracted that by the time I

finally wash my hair and body, I barely have enough hot water to run a razor

over my legs from the knees down.

As I wrap the towel around my wet body, my mother calls my name yet again.

Knowing that it’s her nerves getting the best of her, I give her some leeway but

take the time to blow-dry my hair. I know that she’s anxious for my arrival day

at college, but I have had this day planned down to the hour for months. Only

one of us can be a nervous wreck, and I need to do what I can to make sure it’s

not me by following my plan.

My hands shake as I fumble with the zipper on my dress. I don’t care for the

thing, but my mother insisted that I wear it. I finally win the battle with the

zipper, and pull my favorite sweater from the back of my closet door. As soon as

I’m dressed, I feel slightly less nervous, until I notice a small tear on the sleeve

of my sweater. I toss it back onto my bed and slip my shoes onto my feet,

knowing that my mother is growing more impatient with every second that

passes.

My boyfriend, Noah, will be here soon to ride up with us. He’s a year younger

than me but will turn eighteen soon. He’s brilliant and has straight A’s just like I

did, and—I’m so excited—he’s planning on joining me at WCU next year. I

really wish he was coming now, especially considering that I won’t know a

single person at college, but I’m thankful that he’s promised to visit as often as

possible. I just need a decent roommate; that’s the only thing I’m asking for and

the only thing I can’t control with my planning.