A fashion major. Five years ago if you would've asked me what I wanted to major in I would've said biology but here I am standing in front of the most prestige Fashion Academy in Vermont. Father wasn't too happy hearing that I'm wasting tuition money on silly dreams of making my own clothing brand.
As much as his words hurt I could care less about what my father says, he didn't even finish his first year of college at least I'm being responsible.
"Mila Brown?" Turning to see who called my name I noticed she looked familiar "Are you, Kori?" I questioned, she smiled at me
"Yup! looks like we're roommates" she flashed her purple braces at me once again
"I'm a really good roommate, I'm very tidy the only thing that should be an issue is that I'm a heavy sleeper," I said "no worries, my last roommate was a light sleeper so even the sound of my text tone would wake her" she started to laugh
"Is this your second year?" I raised an eyebrow "yeah I had to change rooms but I promise I'm a good roommate" she said
"I'm not really worried if you're a good roommate or not" I stated
She gave a slight smile before walking into the dorm building and I followed behind
"Who are your professors this year?" she turned to look at me
"I think I have Mr. Chavez and Ms. Pines, I'm not sure let me see," I said and pulled out my phone
"You're in for a hell of a ride for Mr. Chavez's class, he's a dick head but I can give you some pointers to survive his class" she hopped on the elevator
How strict could he be?
"Don't worry you'll ace that class it just all depends if he likes you" she said and I raised an eyebrow
"If he likes me? what does that have to do with my skills?"
"your attitude as a designer will determine whether your pieces are good or not" she chuckled before getting off the elevator "you have quite the good attitude from my perspective but he's an expert so I couldn't tell"
How much attitude will I need?
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Kori and I's dorm wasn't small nor was it big, there was a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and two bedrooms. Kori took the room with the bathroom since she said she was quite messy and wouldn't want me to complain about the mess in the bathroom.
I didn't mind since my room would be bigger anyways.
"Mila!" Kori shouted from the living room
"What! is there a fire? a bug?" I frantically looked around the room
"Let's get tattoos! I have a coupon so yours would be free, the guy who does them is really nice" she said "a tattoo..?" I cocked my head to the side
"yes!" she stood and showed me some tattoos "I'm not opposed to getting a tattoo I just don't know what I would get" I scrolled through some of the tattoo ideas on her phone
"it's your first tattoo right?" I nodded
"Get something small like a butterfly or a flower" she suggested "I despise butterflies," I told her "well you have until tomorrow to choose so don't fret," she said, I gave her phone back and headed back to my room
gathering all my things for my class tomorrow morning I mentally prepared myself for the 'strict' teacher that I will have to encounter tomorrow
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"Kori I'm leaving there's breakfast on the counter!" I shouted before heading out the door
Unlike other students at this school, I didn't need a car to get to campus, it took me about 5 minutes to get there. I don't mind the walk it helps me think clearer anyway
Once I got to the campus I walked straight into Mr. Chavez's room and examined the room
There were only a few seats and sewing machines but loads of materials
"Everyone sit anywhere that has a sewing machine and wait for directions"
I don't know what I was expecting Mr. Chavez to look like but I was not expecting him to look extremely good looking
He had his hair in a man bun with a freshly cut undercut, his beard freshly trimmed and his mustache growing in a bit. He wore a short sleeve shirt and some grey cargo pants. Mr. Chavez was more than just good-looking he had this aura that just ultimately made me go insane.
"Alright! I'm Mr. Chavez. I do intend for us all to become business partners and learn from one another. You all may call me Christian if and only if I see that your work is plausible. I will ask for all of your names, preferred name, and pronouns, I am strict but not disrespectful" He picked up a piece of chalk and started writing on the board
"Rules, this workshop is our home we are a family this is not a competition so that means no messing with others work although feel free to get bold with your work and attitude, you may help each other but absolutely on no circumstances will the other person be allowed to touch or model your pieces you must find someone who is not in this class, last rule I don't like disrespect if I see anyone or hear anything you will be dealt with, you're all adults so act like it" he placed the chalk down and picked up a folder
"now as you can see there are only a few seats, congratulations you have successfully made it to my class, this is the top class if you are here you're here for a reason don't screw up I don't take any work after deadline"
"With that being said is Mila Brown here?" He looked upon the students until his eyes fell on me when I raised my hand
"Lovely to meet you, Ms. Brown, your first piece will be abstract, think of Van Gough but in your clothing. If you can achieve that you will officially obtain a slot in this class" He said
"wait what do you mean by officially obtain a slot?" The boy who is seated in front of me asked
"As I said this class is the top class of the whole university everyone had applied and only a few have been approved now if you fail your first assignment your spot will be taken with that being said you can always reapply for this class but there is a low possibility you will ever get back in here"
Mr. Chavez doesn't seem as bad as Kori made him...
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A/n: first chapter is done thank god
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Short Story"you're sick in the head, you know that" I shouted "Sick or not you're out pack your shit and go" He pointed to the door of the work shop. - Mila Brown never expected her first year of college to go downhill, all because she got tangled up with the...
