1. tomorrow at 10

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TOMORROW AT 10

Aurora Sanchez inhales the crisp winter air of New York deeply through her nose, trying to keep her heart rate from jumping to an abnormal speed.

Wiping the small beads of sweat that are forming on her palms onto the fabric of her light wash boyfriend jeans, Aurora brings the small opening of her cup of coffee to her lips, taking a small sip of the iced liquid.

From how early Aurora had to wake up, she didn't know how she was going to make it without multiple coffees today.

Aurora's heels rub up against the inside of her doc martens, wishing she would have opted for a more practical shoe for her long walk to class.

New York City school of arts.

The college Aurora has dreamed of since she was just ten years old when she first picked up her mom's old camera and realized just how much she loved being behind the lens.

Capturing the most beautiful things in life that sometimes other people may not see until you show them through the eyes of someone else.

The small book bag that's resting on her shoulder feels heavier today than normal, the usual two portfolios of photos, camera, and tripod never have been this heavy before.

Aurora pulls it off where it rests on her shoulder, unzipping it just a little to see her best friend; Ophelia put a brand new camera lens in her bag, with a sticky note attached to the side.

don't stress too much, I got you a new lens for today, do great rora! - love oph and michael.

Smiling from ear to ear at the work Ophelia and Michael went through to do this for her, Aurora immediately picks up her phone to call her best friends.

Telling them both over and over how much she appreciated the gift, knowing just how expensive the lenses in her hand was.

Talking until Aurora realizes she's now standing in front of the classroom door, her eyes peek through the small rectangular window in front of her, seeing only a handful of students have arrived.

The hinges to the wooden door creak slightly as Aurora opens the door, slipping her phone into the pocket of her coat before walking into the photography class.

Aurora winces slightly at the ear-piercing sound of the hinges, feeling the eyes of the handful of students on her back as she closes the door behind her.

"Good morning, Miss Sanchez." The middle-aged man greets her from behind the wooden desk, scattered with dozens of portfolios of photos from each student.

The professor — Mr. Ketler. Pushes his rounded glasses up from the bridge of his nose as he pauses from looking over the countless different photos, darting his attention away from Aurora to go back to his work.

"Good morning." Aurora chirps, trying to sound as cheery as possible, even though her heart feels as if it's going to beat out of her chest.

This could be a huge break for Aurora, if she gets the highest grade on this project, she can finally get into the highest photography class in the states, and possibly get a job working in a photography company, instead of taking pictures on her dingy New York apartment balcony.

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