Chasing the Dream: Dream Series, Book 3 Read Free Page A

and 4, and used to joke about having a body like a boy. Even so, I was comfortable in my body. I tried to be that skinny size 4 in high school, but my mother caught onto my developing ‘habits,’ and nipped the minuscule meals and over exercising in the bud. She helped me realize that everybody’s body is different. It all boiled down to DNA. She pointed out that I had a body shape similar to my father’s side. I had to agree—my body, in fact my whole appearance, was similar to my dad’s sisters and his mother. Tall-ish, somewhere between medium and heavy build, light blonde, wavy hair, and cornflower blue eyes.
    One good thing came out of my freshman year; my newfound interest in Communications. Who knew that anything good would have come out of going out with Dickwad Danny Fitzsimmons? While our relationship started out hot and heavy, and seemed like a healthy relationship, looks were deceiving, even to someone smack in the middle of it. Then for the disastrous end… The spiteful part of me wished that I had video evidence of how horrible he was on that last day and could use it to ruin his potential career in communications. But the “Suzie Sunshine” side of me looked at the fact that I learned that communications as a major was more than writing. It started out with me going with Danny to a seminar that was mandatory for all Comm majors: Opportunities in Communications. He was bored and cracked jokes at many of the jobs that a communications major could do. He already had his mind set on being a sports reporter, convinced that his good looks and interest in sports would be enough. Mind you, he didn’t play any sports in college, and “only” played golf in high school, junior varsity—but he was confident “it would be fine.” Even though he was an ass during that seminar, I liked hearing about all the possible jobs. I also often sat in on his classes during my free time, which actually gave me further insight on a major that was becoming super interesting to me. Broadcasting for sure, but the production and public relations side of things also fascinated me. Even the legal side of media was intriguing.
    After breakfast, I unpacked all of my stuff, which took me all of two hours. I didn’t unpack my stash of school supplies or saved notes. I’d had enough of those over the past month. I did fish out the folder I’d put together with handouts and packets I had collected from Danny’s classes in case I needed to reference some terminology or something that I might hear at the studios, and pushed the box into the back of the closet.
    Around two o’clock, feeling invigorated with my “new life,” I got ready to head out and dig into my new neighborhood. I knew where the grocery store was, but I wanted to figure out where a pharmacy, hair salon, and good coffee shop might be. I dressed in my favorite jeans that made me look almost like a size 8, my favorite lavender, wrap-style sweater, put on a light touch of makeup and pulled my long blonde hair up into a messy bun on top of my head. I locked the apartment door and headed down on my own, eager to take things in on a different level. The last time I was here, I was pretty much focused on looking at colleges, shopping, and forgetting about Dickwad Danny.
    As I walked along, I loved the hustle and bustle all around me: shoppers, business people and moms with their kids making their way through the streets. I was sure that I looked like a tourist with the stupid smile I had plastered on my face, but I didn’t care. I was free! I had a clean slate! I was starting an exciting internship on Monday.
    Suddenly, I felt like going to Times Square and seeing it in daylight. Third Avenue didn’t seem to be a good street to find a taxi, so I made my way over to Second Avenue and was rewarded with the sight of many cabs. I saw a bright yellow taxi and stuck out my hand to flag it down, but it whizzed right by, not even slowing. However, as it passed, I realized