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Kalea 'Ruth' Kingston New York City, New York
Kalea, who's actual first name was Ruth, waited impatiently as she watched her father sit inside his car and slowly drive away. She continued to anxiously stare outside the window, watching the car gradually get further and further away until she couldn't even see it anymore. Kalea had just moved away from her family home, she'd just been approved to come work as an assistant professor. She'd recently completed her teaching degree and had decided that she wasn't interested in teaching toddlers, kids or teenagers.
She wanted mature students, so she settled for college students. Although she'd decided to study Religious Studies, she'd still managed to get into the Department of Religion. After years of work, she'd finally succeeded and somehow felt free.
Shutting her curtains, Kalea slumped into her sofa and sighed. At the ripe age of 25 years old, she'd only just moved away from her father. She'd chosen to study religion because of her father, who had been a reverend all of her life, but deep down inside, it was a means to escape. Kalea felt that there was a life beyond religion, or at least something to do besides just living for Sundays.
Columbia University was her escape. A three and a half hour drive for her father, meaning that he couldn't just randomly pop up with no warning.
Opening up one of her boxes, Kalea grabbed her very first Bible. The Bible that her father had bought for her before she had even be out of her mother's womb. The Bible that had her initials engraved on it. She walked to her bedroom and placed it on the bedside table, feeling somewhat home-sick.
As the rain poured down outside, Kalea turned off all the lights before saying her nightly prayer then shutting her eyes. Tomorrow was going to be her first day as an assistant professor, also her first day alone without her father.
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Pulling on a black pencil skirt that went up to her mid thighs, Kalea tucked in her white shirt then slipped into a baggy leather jacket. She wore sheer pantyhose with some white socks and some platform shoes. Grabbing her leather backpack and fixing up her hair, she opened her umbrella and began her journey to the University. Her apartment was only a 5 minute walk from the University so she hurried through the rain in the early morning.
As she entered the University, Kalea felt slightly overwhelmed. Students were rushing all over the place, a mixture of scents filled the building. From weed, to cigarettes and an excessive amount of perfume. She sighed as she squinted, trying to read the signs to figure out where the hell the Department of Religion was.
