The story of Redheads, quite interesting right? Well here's one Redhead, someone all world's have yet to figure. A force to be.. reckoned with?
From The Underworld.
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Sephora, living her life undercover wonders who or what she is.. as things ar...
I couldn't sleep the whole damn night! No, absolutely not because I was excited for school- who'd ever be excited for that? Seriously.
Anyways, I couldn't sleep because I was titty tightening type of anxious. Thinking about me being around so many people.. it's like being thrown in a can of worms. Or, I'm probably still scarred from that night but either way I'm gonna be fucking late for my first day!
"Sephora!" Mom shouts for me downstairs, "Hurry your ass down here!" Now that's the mother dearest I know, "Beauty takes time, okay!" I shout back.
Mother dearest already helped me with my hair styling me with a pretty bun updo and a few loose curls flourishing my face- yeaaa, she said I can finally leave my hair out! Did I ask why? Definitely not! This all a girl could ask for, a bit of freedom!
For my face, I don't really wear makeup so I just apply my favourite Mac Stack Waterproof Mascara to add volume to my already long lashes, Coconut Vanilla gloss for my full shaped lips and lastly Sea-green eye contacts sadly because showing my eyes is still a big no no. Sigh.
** Time: 11:00 am.
I take my shiny black Ted Baker side bag, put in my Rose Gold MacBook Pro, my Airpods, a midnight black note book, stationary and my other girl necessities. Let's not forget my Apple watch and Sports bag!
My outfit is pretty simple: A Ferrari bomber jacket, Saint Laurent jean shorts, black and grey J4's and my usual jewelry.
** OUTFIT!
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** SHOES.
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** Time: 12:00 am.
Shit, I'm so fucking late !! I run down the stairs with my bags in hand, grab a fruit salad, my water bottle, kiss my mom on the cheek and rush out the house to my car like my life depends on it. I parked it near the front door so that I don't have to struggle by heading down to the indoor garage first. The only cars that are really up here are mostly my mom's and probably 2 of mine. My mom stands by the front door with a Broccoli smoothie in her hands- ew, and a huge mom smile on her face, "Bye mom!" I wave at her and she waves back non-stop.
Ya arm gon' tear off girl with all that movement.
I throw my bags into the back seat of my Matte Black White Interior, Maserati MC20 and off we goooo!
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** Time: 12:40 am. Arrived at Stanford.
'Welcome To Stanford University!' The board reads out when I enter the Varsity grounds. After parking my car, I only grab my side bag because I'll only need the Sports bag when the tryouts begin. First thing I need to find is the Dean's office, Reception and my way to class and these damned buildings are fucking larger than life. Fuck the anxiety Sephora, let's get to living a normal life.
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Walking through the freshly white painted halls and squeaky clean tiled floors. The walls were decorated with frames of the previous Dean's, high academic achievers, important guests and one of the halls I passed by had Sports trophies and such. I'm surely going to be the reason for those trophies if I stay here long enough.
It took me a solid 10 minutes to find the Dean's office. Mainly because I got a bit lost and another part because the walls were quite interesting.
I'm gonna need a tour guide of this darn place. It really had to be so big.
I knock 3 times on the large office doors, before I hear a bold feminine voice say, "Come in."
Gather yourself Sephora, you're not gonna die. I open the doors, and warily walk through.
"Oh hello! You must be the new student," She smiles brightly. She seems to be in her mid 40's, dark brown hair, red lipstick, brown eyes, button down with a pencil skirt. She looks good for her age, "Yes, Ms.. I'm Sephora, my apologies for coming so late."
She shakes my hand and gestures for me to sit down, "We've been waiting for you! Having such a prestigious 3x Ivy League student in our walls is a blessing!"
Prestigious? Gosh, talk about a high image. I smile back at her. I hope this wasn't announced to the whole College, I'd literally hang myself.
"The whole school was sure to be made known of your enrollment here,"
I gulp, hard. Somebody hang me. She hands me my Schedules and a varsity map, "Thank you." I nod as I place them in my bag.
My cheek bones are getting numb from all this smiling, this can end now, please.
She offers to walk me to my first class which I'm already late for by 30 minutes- I wanted to kindly decline her offer but she's such a sweet woman and I was definitely going to get lost anyway.
My first lesson of the day is; Mastery English Level C2. Talk about easy stuff, honestly this might as well be a free Lesson for me.
"We're very happy to have you here Ms. Faywaver," She states, as we neared the doors of the Lecturers class, "We'll be looking forward to your greatess."
Geez, the pressure is choking me already. I smile, "Thank you Dean, it's my honor."
"Well, I'd love to see you into the class but I've got some pressing matters to attend to. The Lectures already know of your coming. I hope you fit in well." The Dean says without even giving me a chance to answer, her heels clicking away on the fresh floor.
There's really no need to have let the whole College know, aren't there any other Ivy League's here!? After a minute of inhaling deep breaths, I finally knock on the door and walking in with some confidence. Shaking confidence.
Confidence my arse, this is so much pressure, should I just turn around and run off? Okay no, mother dearest would skin me alive. I'll face it!
"Oh! You must be the Ivy League student!" Says the Lecturer, she's not much different from the Dean maybe in her mid 30's but she's giving off 'I still wanna be 20.'
At this rate my new birth name might as well be 'Ivy League "Yes, that's me." I smile, clutching my side bag for dear life. Honestly running away doesn't seem like a bad idea because right now.. everyone is looking at me. From the second I entered the door. All the spawns pupils on me.
Earth? Swallow me whole, like right now.
"I'm Ms. Loretta, find yourself a seat. We aren't really doing much today."
I give her a curt nod and find my way to the very back of the class.
Guess who I see staring daggers in my eyes at a far corner opposite me?
Leo. Mother-fucking Leo. Can this shit get any worse?
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And that's it for this chapter my lovelies!
Thoughts?
I'm sorry if y'all ain't like Standford, you can imagine her at M.I.T at second best.
