Purity Is The Key.

Purity Is The Key - Chapter 17

It was the first day for Taylor to be a student, 2 days ago she went to the office with Dina and took their lectures' schedules and luckily they

had the same lectures together.

"i must be good, i must be good" said Taylor to herself

"make your mum proud, make your mum proud" was echoing in her mind

Dina noticed how nervous Taylor was so she tried to calm her down

"hey, Tay...don't forget to breath" smirked Dina at her and they both shared a laugh

"i'm just really scared"

"what for" said Dina reaching her hand to Taylor's shoulder

"i...i...i'm just nervous, my mum is not here nor Harry and i--"

"hey i'm here okay? you'll do great"

"i didn't even decide what classes to take yet, i just took the ones the officer gave me"

" If you take Humanities, you'll probably learn generally about (The Mona Lisa)

If you take Art History, you'll learn more specific things about (The Mona Lisa)"

"well what do you think?

"i believe we should take uhhhmmm Humanities first"

"good call"

"what do you wanna be anyway?"

" i always had this dream of becoming a writer and travel the world so i thought maybe i could fulfill one side of this wish at the moment"

"hahahahah, i'm sure you'll do it"

"what about you?"

"i always wanted to be an artist you know, to paint great paintings and have my own gallery also i have a passion for photography, i just love it"

"wow that's incredible, may god help you to pursue your dreams"

"amen"

they finished their conversation and started to get ready, Dina went to the bathroom to take a shower and prepare herself while Taylor was standing in front of her drawer, trying to find something decent to wear. After finding the perfect outfit, she gets ready and looks at the mirror one last time.

"you look really beautiful" said Dina while standing by the bathroom door

"thank you" replied Taylor ... "you're still not ready?! hurry up dude" yelled Taylor to Dina

"okay okay calm your balls down"

after 10 minutes, the girls were ready, they made sure to have everything they need, books, papers, pens....etc.

they both entered the classroom and waited for their teacher, they didn't wait longer cause their professor walked in,

he was in the middle of 20's, he didn't look old but boy he was so hot.

"hello class, my name is Steven, John Steven"

all the girls started looking at each other with that girly look of seeing a hot guy but "eww NO! he was my professor" thought Taylor to herself

as she was examining the other girls' faces, they really admired him.

the professor went to the board and started writing something then spoke...

"In the words of John Sloan: “Though a living cannot be made at art, art makes life worth living. It makes living, living.

It makes starving, living. It makes worry,