Saltburn Summer

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I'm feelin' rough, I'm feelin' raw
I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music, make some money
Find some models for wives
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars

Time to Pretend - MGMT

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Nina's pov:

The dawn light seeped through the gaps in the heavy Victorian curtains, casting an eerie glow on the worn-out oak desk. I stirred, the chill of the Oxford morning prickling my skin. Pulling the quilt tighter around me, I glanced at the clock - 6 am.

The old dorm room, with its high ceilings and creaky floorboards, was silent, save for the distant toll of the university bell tower. The scent of old books and yesterday's tea filled the air. I sat up, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, ready to face another day at the heart of academia.

With a deep breath, I pushed off the covers, my bare feet hitting the carpet rug on my floor. The room was filled with draft that made me shiver, but I welcomed it. It was a stark reminder of the reality outside my warm cocoon of blankets. I padded across the room, the old wooden floor creaking under my weight, and pulled open the heavy curtains. The Oxford skyline greeted me, a beautiful chaos of spires and ancient buildings bathed in the soft morning light. I moved to my small, cluttered desk, the day's tasks already looming. But first, a hot cup of tea, the lifeblood of any true Oxford student.

As I sat down at the mirror, my makeup scattered around me. The door creaked open. Lacie, my dorm mate, strolled in, her hair tousled from sleep. "Morning," she yawned, rubbing her eyes. I greeted her with a smile, my hands expertly maneuvering the eyeliner. The room filled with the familiar sounds of a new day - the clink of brushes, the rustle of clothes, the soft chatter. It was just another day in our shared universe.

Once we were ready, we grabbed our bags, heavy with textbooks, and headed out into the crisp Oxford morning. The cobblestone streets echoed with the sound of our footsteps, the city slowly coming to life. I lock the door behind me, adjusting the bag on my shoulder. Wearing a cute jean skirt, leopard print top, red bottom boots and some cute jacket i found laying somewhere in my room, even though I'll be taking it off soon because it'll get hot, knowing it being summer in UK.

We made our way towards the lecture hall, the imposing spires of the university looming above us, a constant reminder of the knowledge that awaited us. The world of academia called, and we answered, ready to dive into another day of shit.

As I settled into the stiff lecture hall seat, the professor's voice droned on, a dull background noise to my wandering thoughts. I found myself doodling equations in the margins of my notebook, my mind drifting to thoughts of physics and weight measurements. The lecture, unfortunately, was not as engaging as I had hoped. I tried to focus, to let the professor's words pull me back in, but my mind was elsewhere. It was as if I was on a different celestial body, like Titan or Mars, where the weight of my boredom would be less. I sighed, my gaze drifting towards the window, the outside world seeming far more appealing than the dry lecture, i can't wait to go to the pub tonight, i smiled doodling.

With a final glance at the lecture hall, I slipped out, the door closing softly behind me and people walking out. I pulled out my phone, my fingers quickly typing a message to Lacie. "Wya?" I asked, my eyes scanning the bustling campus, groups and pupils doing their things. I hoped she was somewhere more exciting than that dreary lecture.