Her hair waved in the wind, bellowing behind her as she stepped forward, bare-foot, trekking further into the woods.
She was dizzy, faint. Almost.. dreamy. The dirty blonde haired girl became lost in the ways of the forest surrounding her. Far too much cloudiness to think for even a second.
Just as it felt like she was reaching her destination, out of the forest-
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Esmeray jerked awake, suddenly becoming sickly aware of her environment. Her sweat-soaked bed, freshly painted silver walls, the light blaring through her curtains and bits of her hair stuck in her mouth.
She lazily dragged her fingers across her face to sweep her hair out of the way, sitting up and stretching. She tried her best to ignore the feeling of the sweat on her back meeting the cold of the air.
Feet swinging over her bed and onto the floor, Esme stood up and sat down at her vanity, taking a look at what type of morning look she had today. She took her hairbrush and started brushing through her hair which reached down to her hips, as silky smooth as chiffon.
Esmeray Cartons, a 21 year old woman delving into the arts of poetry and photography. Speaking of, Photography is what Esme is doing for her degree. A little simplistic and some may even call it useless, but it's something that she has pursued even as a small child. She had a knack for taking pictures of the prettiest sunsets to the smallest insects.
As Esme's beige-painted hair was picked up by the brush, she took a look at herself in the mirror. Her big, doe eyes with the brightest irises, blue. She had a lot of comments about her eyes, some good some bad. Most of the time, people would comment on how unique they were, it was nice.
Moving along, she had subtle freckles that were dotted along her nose and onto her cheeks, fading slowly by her cheekbones. They complimented the plump, rosey lips she had. Her face was soft, a few blemishes on her forehead but nothing too bad. Not as back as her back which was, not exactly smothered, but held bits of acne scars. They were conveniently placed to look like a map.
Esme gently placed the brush down on the vanity and stood up, now heading to her wardrobe to plan an outfit and to change out of her red, lacy underwear and vest. She rummaged around for about 15 minutes before finally settling for something decent.
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She grabbed her bag from her desk and left her room, going to her lounge as she checked the time. 11:46 am. Her class started at 12:10 PM, she could have breakfast later. She went to the kitchen and took out a chocolate breakfast smoothie and sipped it.
Esme turned around to leave before being met by a much slightly larger figure. Looking up, she was greeted by her sly roommate, Robin. Robin was a bit taller than Esme, she went to the gym for half of her life, so she was pretty bulky.
Esme was backed up against the fridge, hugging her items to her chest as Robin look down at her, one arm resting against Esme's head as she smiled,
"Good morning, sunshine." Robin spoke softly, before petting Esme's head, slowly moving her out of the way to open the fridge door to fetch a chocolate bar. She then sauntered away, happily making her way to the couch to sit down and lounge on it before spotting Esme still shocked by the fridge.
"Well? Don't you have an interview for today?" Robin called out to Esme, snapping her out of her trance as she rushed around, grabbing her items that included her keys, wallet, etc..
"Yes, yes. I'm going now. I just wanted to check if you were awake, or if I had to say goodbye to your lazy ass in bed." Esme replied with one of her signature snarky attitudes. All Robin did in response was scoff, and waved Esme off with a sarcastic wishing of good luck.
Esme scuffled as she grabbed her handbag and placed it on her shoulder as she fixed her heel straps from digging into her skin. She fixed her documents in her arms as she drank her coffee as fast as she could.
She drew closer to a very large, white, pristine building in front of her, it had windows on all six of its sides, and the brand name plastered in the middle and on top of the entrance. She stopped outside, before checking her Apple watch, realising that if she dawdles any longer.
Upon walking into the building, she was greeted by the clacks and chatter of a bustling building. She looked around and walked up to the reception, glancing at the rather bitch-looking receptionist with a name tag on the left side of her chest. "Karen".
Fuck.
Esme nervously smiled at the lady who looked up at her, the lady's glasses had fallen down her nose and she had the most strangest pixie haircut Esme had ever seen.
"Do you... Uhhh... I have an appointment with.. Which floor is..?" Esmeray struggled to get her words out, the receptionist giving her a judgemental glance as she raised her eyebrow, sitting there in silence and condescendingly checking her out.
Esme gulped, suddenly feeling claustrophobic and unsafe. She adjusted her documents in her arm. Her fingers gripped harder onto her cup, "I.. I uh..." She stood there, her chest closing up as she found it harder to breathe.
"She'll be coming with me." A gravelly voice said from behind. It snapped Esme right out of her overwhelmed position. She receptionist straightened up.
"Y-yes sir." The receptionist replied. Esme turned around to see..
