L'Arte dell'Amore (Not Edited)

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The next day Lavender was moving into her dorm. A long four hour drive to the heart of the city. Lavender had been accepted on a scholarship to NYU. Even with the scholarship she worried about being able to paid for her small flat.

She couldn't afford the housing expenses, Lavender knew she would have to get a job soon enough.

Eventually her day dragged out into evening and thus forth. She was extremely tired and emotional. She had never been away from her mama for so long. Lavender was embarrassed by how sensitive she would become at times. She pushed through it though. She struggled through it.

Her first classes were tomorrow. She was taking most of the normal first year classes with a few advanced literature seminars, because she was sure it was what she wanted to major in. Also taking an historical art class.

Lavender soaked into the bath as her redden and blotchy face didn't change. In fact it only seemed to worsen. Sometimes a bath would calm her, but she was terrified.

Wrapping soft polka dot pajamas around her warm, flushed skin she climbed into bed. Reaching for her phone, she called her mother. Catching her breath, so her mama wouldn't hear her crying voice.

The line rang out.

She panicked. She tried again and the tears were worse this time. After her mama didn't pick up, she immediately called her father.

Why weren't they answering? She needed them. Lavender needed to hear the gentle voice of her mama, telling her everything would be okay.

Lavender placed her phone down on the side stand and turned the opposite direction. She brought her trembling fingers and wrapped them around her heated blanket tugging it upwards.

Her hands shot out to find her stuffed bunny. He was white and fluffy. She clutched it to her erratically heaving chest. Lavender squeezed her pretty eyes closed so tightly. Small whimpers escaped her mouth as she tried to rock herself back and forth. Rubbing her feet together, soon enough she was lured into a deep sleep for at least a couple of hours.

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She awoken a with a terrible headache. It was better when her mama called her as she got ready for her first day.

She pulled on an oversized sweater and black leggings on. Pairing it with a dark coat, she took a few nibbles of something for breakfast. Her nervous tummy prohibited her from eating this morning.

Locking her tiny apartment, she began the walk to her first class. It was cold and the tip of her nose was nipped from the wind and turned the color of a rose. Eventually she made her way into her mathematical analysis class and took a seat.

Lavender was not like other people, she was extremely shy. She wouldn't talk to people let alone in front of people, so she was incredibly happy that her first class didn't have an ice breaker.

It was now lunchtime, only Lavender had her historical art class during this time. She didn't care much anyway. She was beginning to feel the extreme fatigue and lack of sleep she had gotten the night before. As she made her way to open the door, hushed whispers made their way to her ears.

She flushed a bit as she realized she had taken too long to walk here and was now a couple minutes late. Her sleepy eyes rose instantly to the man at the front of the room. He stood tall and darkly. Professor Vincent hated when irresponsible students interrupted his lectures. Even if it was the first day.

Though when Professor Vincent rose his gaze to the sound of the large metal door closing. He watched the small girl stumbled a bit from the noise of the door. His dark eyes watched her like a hawk.