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𝖨 recommend 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 '𝖨𝗌 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖨𝗍' 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, this is my first ever book so please don't judge too much 𝗑𝗈𝗑𝗈

𝐏𝐨𝐯: 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞
It was my first day of my new university and i had opted to study english as well as history. I didn't really need English for what i wanted to do with my life and where i wanted to end up and neither History but i just loved the subject and always had had a fascination for it. Every aspect of English amazed me whether it be: Analysing Shakespeare and looking at his point of view; reading novels that can mean so many different thing; short stories that can make my heart melt or make me breakdown crying (that wasn't hard) and i especially loved poetry.  It was my escape from reality and could calm me down in any situation. The way the simplest of words can be formed to create the most complex sentences with a variety of meanings is honestly beautiful to me. The fact it can be taken in anyway and you can't have a 'wrong opinion' on it is beautiful. Poetry is what you make. Not what they make it. Or what anyone else makes it. It can also show the mess and state the author is in and normally they're just as worse off as me.

Well that was debatable, as i grunted and wriggled in my bed blindly throwing my hand around trying to find my annoyingly loud buzzing phone where my alarm was going off. As it sang it's dreadful song to me i finally grasped it, turned it off, and threw it to the other side of my room. I check my watch and see it's 5:30 in the morning, normally i'd wake up around 6:45 but today was special. I needed to make an impression.

If i was going to make an impression i really should start straight away only knowing this because i caught a glimpse of myself in my bedroom mirror. As i miserably got out of my bed and wandered over to my drawers i wondered about what my first day may entail. Loads of new friends, loads of boys- no men (i was done with immature boys now) and maybe hopefully ,if i'm lucky, a sexy new teacher. I wish i was joking, back in college this one teacher drove me mad but i couldn't even talk to him, it was fun romanticising my school life though. Although if i'm being honest all i really wanted was a decent amount of friends (4 or 5 will do me). At least i have my best friend Aaliyah, we've known each-other since we were like 5 and have been inseparable since. I guess we are just lucky to be accepted into the same schools every time we applied for one and even better we were in the same English class. Ahhh we were both going to be English majors how cute. She was in it for the game though she wanted to be a lawyer where as me.. i don't really know what i want to be. i don't really think about it, it scares me but all that matters is that we were together and i wasn't completely alone to fend for myself in the mass pit of snakes known as 'Cambridge university'. I have no idea on how i pulled that off, i'd never been the brightest spark that was Aaliyah. She was perfect.

Coming back to reality, fiddling around with my draws and the clothes in which it held i finally decided to take out: a black skirt possibly to short for uni but whatever; a white cami with ruffles; my translucent black tights; a cheap black baguette bag and my old scruffy doc martens but something was missing. Whatever i don't have the time for this now.

Swiftly, I made my way to my shower after setting my clothes on my bed, i blasted The Strokes (starting with 'Last Nite') while in my shower and i was having the time of my life practically screaming 'The adults are talking' forgetting the inevitable journey to uni ugh. Slowly turning the tap i step out and scrub myself dry and spray myself with an accumulation of multiple different scents. I walk into my room and travel over to my vanity with an enthusiastic smile on my face due to the pleasantness of Julian Casablancas voice still blessing my ears all the way from the bathroom. I turn on my hair appliances and put in my hair products ready to get to work on the birds nest currently residing on my head. Unfortunately, my hairdryer drowned out the gift of The Strokes so i put in my AirPods and shuffles some random playlist which it gave me 'lovers rock' by Tv Girl.

After a tragic half hour spent on just my hair it's time to put on the outfit which i so cleverly calculated out and was time to put on my makeup which was nothing special. All it was was a skin tint, a tiny bit of concealer, eyeliner, mascara and my signature dark cherry red lip. I feel as if it gave me that mysterious look about me but i was probably wrong and looked ridiculous. I was blindingly awful to look at really, and i don't see how anyone would want to be friends with me. I'm disgusting and Aaliyah was only staying friends with me because she would have no one else and she knew she'd break me. No. That wasn't true. Aaliyah would have no problem making friends she's perfect.. unlike me. Quickly i snapped out of these thoughts and i was reminded by my alarm to take my anxiety pills, lately i have been getting worse again and i know Aaliyah has noticed, she notices everything, she was honestly to good to be true. She notices things about me before i even notice them and that's what i loved about her.

Swallowing hard a hand full of pills and a swig of water i checked my phone which was once again annoyingly buzzing to find out i have to be leaving in 2 minutes because Aaliyah was practically outside. So instinctively i rushed to get everything together and went to run for the door before i ran back in to chuck on an oversized sky blue jacket from urban outfitters, this is what was missing, i was too insecure to go out with nothing covering me up. A honk sounded outside with an obviously cheery girl hanging out the window, calling my name and spearing me on acting like i was going to have a great day. When i'm fact i knew i was not going to be having a fun day and i'm going to want to breakdown every few minutes but i should be okay as long as i have Aaliyah with me.

"Be any slower and hopefully we'll miss English" she jokingly spat out mumbled by the sound of Julian Casablancas heavenly voice again accompanied by Nick Valensi's beautiful guitar
"Shut up and turn that shit up!" i spat back at her giggling as i got in the passenger seat and cranking up her old CD player.

What i loved about the Strokes was the way they formed their lyrics and the song writing was immaculate. Almost as if a poet had written a sonnet from the bottom of his heart and gave it to them every time.

"Well you look as gorgeous as ever Kate what's happening? Someone you know going to be there?" she questioned nudging my shoulder with hers
"Don't be stupid Ally, i told you i'm done with the male species."
"mhm okay girl, when you rock up at this place and you have boys begging at your feet just to talk to you, we'll see if your truly done with them" she said almost irritably
"i highly doubt that will happen anyway your the model one out of the both of us, your a goddess Ally don't forget that." i smiled knowing she was only trying to make me feel better about myself because in reality i was ugly and i was okay with that i just hate it when people lie to me.
"Trust me, i wasn't forgetting anytime soon," she giggled and we drove away into  the haze of sunlight beaming our way.