𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

where Grey meets Grey

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A dark gloom had fallen outside-a chill gale, swaying the leaves of tall pine trees. The whole university breathed a sigh of relief when the rain battered down on its grounds, on the window panes, and was sprayed along the wide corridors.

A few weeks from autumn, Oregon had transformed into a different beauty. The temperate rainforests looked haunted but verdant. The essence of this was calling to her.

Grey thought that the University of Oregon had never looked so alive. There was a rush of adrenalin in her when her eyes traced the movement of rain pelting from above. A sense of freedom enveloped her, she wanted to go out.

The electricity cut off in the class and every student whooped. Her photography teacher, Ms. Iyyer sighed. The bell rang, shortly thereafter, and everybody zoomed out. She was stopped by the teacher when she was walking out of the class.

"Grey, a minute, please." Ms. Subahlaxmi Iyyer beckoned.

"Is this about my Photo Essay? Because I have no idea what I am going to do it on."

"No, Grey. You have ample time to complete that. I need a favor." Her thick brows frowned, and suddenly her Indian accent started sounding serious. She was infamous for it and people were terrified of it. "Andy's mother is sick. Again. I need you to fill in for him." She sighed, as if, tired of his problems, that annoyed her and threw her off track. And she had a reputation to hold.

"For the students taking admissions this fall, I need a mentor. Impress me." She left the class, not before saying, "This university could use a perspective," leaving Grey standing there, questioning her existence.

Oh, dear lord of cuntville, Grey thought, to impress her was similar to impressing Detective Diaz from B99. No reaction, whatsoever. She knew she was fucked.
Andy St. James was the best photographer, the whole of Oregon could ever see. He was the only one able to impress her. Ansel Adams, but high on drugs. That guy could literally transform a simple dumb-witted piece of shit into someone's muse. On another side, Grey mused, I had a perspective, I would give myself that.
But good photographs? Nuh-uh, Roger. She used angles to bring realism and was best at content writing, these captions and all. But clicking pictures, she'd instead put a sock through her nose holes. So, then, why did she choose this? Oh, Clefairy, It came with Journalism.

Grey left the class and was met with a group of friends she had been acquainted with during the course. She had enrolled last summer and this was her second year; the third semester.

Annika was the blonde beauty with blue highlights, who carried her curvy body with an affinity to fashion. Aaren was the keeper of Grey's heart. That bi-curious, short, and petite brunette thrummed with life and an understanding for people. Nicole, who had a big thick ass, had been the one closest to Grey until she wasn't, but they were still on good terms. Umaiza Yusuf was the short Pakistani girl who chittered all day in latent excitement. She kissed people's cheeks as a greeting.

The girls were cool, but the boys of their gang were the most stupidest, knuckleheaded, misogynistic, and offensive bunch ever created by God.

Sawyer was the intellectual, non-attractive, lanky-hyperactive guy, who could sway anyone with his words but he became a blubberhead when he was around his girlfriend Nicole. Nicole, Sawyer, and Grey were a trio, but things started getting too personal, Grey's outspoken behavior changed their outlook on her. She spoke what was on her mind and didn't give a shit, which created a slight ruckus in the group. But it was back to normal. As normal as it could be.

Shane was the most mature of the bunch. A mind-my-own-business kind of guy. He did joke but he still exuded the attitude of a guy being a narcissist.

Adam was the calmest, eldest, most humble, and handsome guy, whose patience was a chef's kiss. Apparently, he had a crush on Grey, which Grey didn't, and couldn't reciprocate.