Regina

Chapter 3

Phoebe Tonkin  as Guinivere ❤

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Guinivere.

I don't even know how I'm supposed to pronounce that. It seems like a beautiful name, but I'm so used to hearing names like Cecilia, Mary, Anne or Francesca.

Maybe this is what life outside of the church is like. People with weird but beautiful names.

I sigh as I glance around the room. Surprisingly , the room had been bigger than what I actually expected for a freshman dorm room. The space between the beds was large enough to contain two medium sized couches centered in the middle of the room. Both furniture facing each other. A grey rug is also placed underneath the couch and the little coffee table in between. In general, the whole place looks kind of home-ish. Except for Guinivere's part of the room, that looks like a prison cell, covered with posters of God-knows-what.

God bless this girl's heart.

Three hours of arranging my clothes into the small walk in closet that is right beside the kitchen, hanging up all my sacramentals on my part of the room, and praying over this room, I'm finally ready to go for the orientation session. Which is about to start in less than 15 minutes.

Walking from the hall where the orientation took place back to my dorm building seemed like it took forever. But as I lay on my bed, the heavy exhaustion hit me so bad.
I haven't had enough to settle in and my joints were bearing the consequences. Sitting up, I remember that I have to phone Sister Aurora to inform her that I'm settled in.

I reach for my duffle bag that is under my bed and bring out the gift  Sister Cecilia had gotten for me.

It was a new phone. And she had shown me how to set it up and the important apps on the phone. Which she claims are going to be very important for me in school.

After an hour of long talks on what I should and shouldn't do while in university, I finally hang up the phone on Sister Aurora and call it a day.

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"Gigi, let your brother share your toys with you." My mom tells me as she tries to solve the chaos me and my brothers are causing in the backseat of the car.
We were currently on our way for a family trip to Beverly Hills in Los Angeles. My dad had always wanted to take us back to where he grew up as a a kid before moving to new York. We could have easily flown there in our private jet, but for some unusual reason, daddy wanted to drive there. Bear in mind that this is a 45 hour journey. But he also has our entourage follow us in a SUV behind. So I guess we were safe.

"No mom. Alex doesn't know how to play Barbie and all Andre does is tear my doll apart." I retaliate.

"I won't tear your stupid doll apart Gigi" My older brother tells me with a sinister smile plastered across his face. But I know that look all to well to give into his tricks. I turn away from him trying to protect my dolls from his devil eyes. Andre on the other hand is still trying to rip the dolls from my arms.

"Gigi, what did I say about sharing?" My mom tries to convince me again.

"But mom--" I was cut off by Andre who successfully took my dolls from my tight grip.