Dangerously Unusual novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"It's time to get up, Don," Kloe, my best friend and roommate, woke me up that morning, just like she had done for the past three years. We were as close as sisters, with complementary personalities - I was the calm one, while she had a fierce presence.

In our twenties and our final year of college, we were determined to succeed and earn the hard-earned diplomas we had been working towards.

"Yeah, I plan on sleeping in today because there's no way..." I yawned.

"No, Donnica, we can't afford to be late for class!" she exclaimed, pulling the covers off me.

Donnica Smith, that's me, a dedicated student pursuing a degree in telecommunications and journalism, with a future full of promise.

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Kloe and I arrived at the amphitheater bright and early that morning.

The professor, always punctual, began the class smoothly. Toward the end, he assigned us our usual projects.

"Alright, class, today's task is to venture beyond the campus grounds," he explained. "I want you to interview individuals who are unexpected or influential. Surprise me. Exceed my expectations."

The students squirmed with excitement.

"Quiet!"

Silence fell.

"As I was saying, I want you to explore places outside of your comfort zone. Challenge yourselves. Choose your muses and persuade them to answer a few questions for your final paper. Maybe the governor? Or a mayor? A tycoon? A billionaire? Go out there and achieve the impossible. Can you do it?"

"Yes!" the class responded in unison.

"Remember, this final assignment will determine whether or not you earn that coveted diploma. Consider it a vital part of your thesis. Impress me."

The students brimmed with motivation.

"Class dismissed."

The professor left the room, leaving behind a buzz of excitement as students eagerly discussed the plethora of possibilities for this assignment.

"So, Klo," I turned to Kloe with a smile, "what's your plan?"

"Girl, my father is a tycoon. He knows influential people. Don't worry, I'll simply ask him to connect me with one of his acquaintances from the country club," she replied, effortlessly packing her bag. "And what about you?"

"I have something in mind," I responded, grinning mischievously.

"Donnica, please don't do anything reckless."

"You've always been the voice of reason. You know I never hold back. Remember my uncle, the chief manager of the central prison?"

Kloe paused, her eyes widening.

"No."

"Yes."

"Donnica, no. Why on earth?"

"The infamous Antonio Caruso was transferred to his prison last week. Yes, the convicted terrorist and mafioso who spread fear throughout the entire country and who was recently arrested. Can you imagine the honors I'll receive if I manage to convince my uncle to let me interview him? All it takes is five minutes."