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Chapter 2

Dahlia Meadows

A few hours passed by, it was time that it was out. "Kat, it's out." The entrance results were finally out, I was pretty sure they were being sent to my personal G-mail. I hoped that the outcome would be something good. I didn't wanna disappoint my parents; it was my biggest fear that I also couldn't afford to do.

When I was in senior high school, I actually failed my Chemistry class on first semester. It was hell, I didn't know that everything I have studied backfired. I got scolded by my parents, and that dragged that issue whenever I had failures in life. They entitled it as some life lesson, and that weakened my self-worth. It was the biggest regret where I even said to myself You should have studied harder. That was just one class in the first semester.

I cut to my senses and quickly opened my laptop, and opened the website where the acceptance letters were being sent. "Kat, open it for me. I think I'm about to piss myself off my chair." as I closed my eyes and grasped my hands together. I heard a click and waited for a few minutes. I heard no word coming out from Katherine's mouth. I knew that I had to bury myself just instantly, before I face my parents with such results.
Disappointment quickly showed in as my smile transitioned from a frown.

"That's okay! I'll just apply to another." as I opened my eyes and looked at the screen faced just closely in front of me, I squinted my eyes to see what was written:

Hamptons University

This is an acceptance letter to Ms. Dahlia Meadows to the university as a fourth-year for the school year as of 2024-2025! Welcome.....

Once I read acceptance, I shouted and quickly stood up to hug Katherine. Tears were falling downstream from my eyes, it felt like for once it was because of happiness and relief. I looked at her as I ugly sobbed to her, she laughed at me.
"I'm in!" I'm in. I'm now a student at Hamptons University. Finally, I'll have to really do my best in here.

Katherine took a picture of me sobbing as I looked at my laptop once again, not knowing she had posted it in my account with a caption Ugly sobbing cuz' I got in Hamptons University! #Finally.

My parents quickly chatted me:

Ma: Lia? Is that true, you got accepted by Hamptons? I'm bound to tear up from just pure joy.

Me: Mm, Ma! I got in, the school year starts soon.

Pa: Good job, Dahlia. Now do well on your studies, don't disappoint us.

My dad was an aloof texter I must admit, while my mom was quite a chill, calm texter. That makes them different, one's sunshine and one's midnight rain. It shows very well. My dad was a very strict father to me ever since I was a child. He was the one who gave me the most cruel punishment that was non-physical — no phone for almost two months.
I had no connection with other friends of mine, to the fact they started cutting me off because I was ignoring them. I still had a high school friend of mine. She's just right beside me now. Of course, it's gonna be Katherine.
I quickly went to sleep as the thoughts lingering in my head to do well in the Hamptons, and not to end up disappointing my parents.

I couldn't afford to. It took a while for them to accept my passion for fashion and media. I tucked myself into sleep, until it became a deep sleep.

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Dallas

I woke up feeling hazy, waking up as my hair got messy. I was unfazed by the blinding light shining from the gaps of my curtains.
I hated it. I hated how bright the sun could fill my room.

I stood up and got to my desk, and looked at the files about my family's business plan to open it again. I called my assistant, Alex "How's the start of opening a garage again?" I pushed back my chair and lifted my foot in the table, while my foot crossed. Alex replied: "It's doing well. Your client left his car. It looked like it needed repair. He wanted you to take care of it. He doesn't trust his baby with just anyone." as he let out a soft laugh as he tapped the car.

"Got it." I replied. "I'll check it out soon. Close the garage for some time now, I won't accept anymore clients."

I steadily stood up and held my neck, moving it left and right. I quickly grind the coffee beans. I always loved the presence of the pungent smell coming from what I am grinding. A few minutes, my coffee was well-done. I quickly grabbed it and took a sip. It tasted comforting. I then grabbed my phone, I opened Instagram and saw a picture of a girl who sobbed so hard because she got accepted into the school I am in.

I looked at it for a while, stupidly letting out a soft smile. I, myself, was even suprised I let a laugh out. It sounded like a genuine and a not genuine one. She looked like a little girl crying for her mother's embrace. I opened her feed, it was full of luxuries and about what she does everyday. She was almost like updating her followers like they're her lover. It was hilarious to me.

"January, do you know this girl?" I looked at her, as she was sitting next to me reading the newest Magda magazine out. "She's looks interesting." I continued. "I don't know her, but she does have a great taste on bags." as she grabbed the cup of her coffee and took a sip. I held my phone and laid it down to my lap, tapping it on my thighs.

Dahlia.
That sounded like a pretty name.