Vulpecula ✔️

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After waking up super early, I got ready into the outfit for the college. Recently I was obsessed with brown colour and hence I decided that I would wear a brown dress with a creme colour turtleneck. It looked as good for the first day as it could. I didn't want to look too casual or too over for the first day.

I combed my brown hair and left them open. My face was bare, with no makeup. It's not that I didn't like applying it, it's just that using makeup on my skin gives me acne and pimples which is annoying. After making sure that I looked good for the first day, I wore my shoes and hurried down the stairs.

"Good morning folks. It's such a beautiful day and it's going to be more beautiful after I walk into the college and make friends." I said dramatically and kissed both of them.

"Good morning." Joanna chuckled at me.

"Hell yeah. My princess is gonna rock the day." Papa John and I began doing our little dance. No one ever understood why we did that. Hell, it would be a blessing if we both understood why we did that, but as long as it was fun, I didn't complain.

"Okay okay. Enough, now eat you two." Joanna scolded us making us pout simultaneously.

Papa John and I had more similarities than I and my father. Although papa John is my father's younger brother, he is the more mature and level-headed one. After my grandparents retired from the business, they handed most of it to papa John and not my father. My grandparents were disappointed in my father that he had me so young. Being the typical society-oriented people, they never liked me because I brought disgrace to them.

I wonder how I did that because as far as I know, I'm a secret of the Mickelson family. No one knows that the arrogant Tony Mickelson and the beauty-conscious Diana Mickelson have a daughter named Ava Mickelson. Mother and father got married as soon as they completed high school. While they were at school, I was taken care of by the caretakers. Which wasn't a good idea because most of them didn't bother.

I remember the time when papa John told me that I had to be admitted to the hospital when I was one year old because the nannies weren't doing their job properly and I was malnourished. Since then I've had some health issues but nothing too serious.

"Are we ready?" Papa John asked in a squeaky voice once we had breakfast and got out to the car.

"Hell yeah." I replied in an equally squeaky voice.

"Are we going to college?"

"Hell yeah."

"Are we going to make friends?"

"Fuck yeah." And that's when I got the bread thrown at my head by Joanna who was standing near the doors of the mansion looking angry. She is totally against cussing. But does that stop us? Fucking no.

"Sorry Jo-Jo. I love you. Bye. I'll miss you and I trust you and bye." I got inside the car and found papa John laughing at me. The sly old man framed me. "I'm going to tell her that you steal her chocolates and ice cream."

"You wouldn't."

"I will. Just let me get back from college."

After dropping me off and giving me thousands of instructions papa John finally drove away. I looked at the old structure of the college buildings and drew a deep breath in. This could be anything today. It could be good or worse. There was no in-between.

I walked inside the gates and looked around at the people. I just hope I don't look too awkward right here because that will be too embarrassing. I'm no longer ten that people will excuse my behaviour as childhood.

I was lucky enough to have a good university in my city. I don't have to move cities to be in the college. It gives me a sense of relief, no matter how bad I wanted to go away from here, I couldn't because this place is my comfort place. The mansion is my house. It is the place where I grew up and had all my firsts. Now when I'm starting a new story of my own, I need something constant in my life.