A South African 19-year-old NYU college student, raised in LA, gets an internship at a prestigious law firm in New York, Upper East Side. As she works on her career, she battles between her studies, substance abuse, glory, and relationships. What wi...
His eyes narrowed into me, as my legs moved backwards, attempting to get avoid him, but eventually backed up into a wall. My eyes shut. Great! Damson chuckles, sending shivers down my spine, as his fingers lightly stroked my arm. "You already know. Arewa." I bite my lip, taking a deep breath, as my words come out in a low gasp. "Seriously, though. Thank you!" A sly smirk materializes on Damson's lips, aa a raspy response exits his lips. "You're welcome."
August 23rd, RA Planning 11:30 AM
"If the clown wants to keep dragging you into the circus, learn how to become the ringmaster."
Carnival Fair 🎡
Location: 5th Avenue between Bay Ridge Avenue and 85th Street
Meal Plan: Carnival Kitchen
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My eyes glanced at the online list located on my phone to find a spot filled up. My heart fluttered from the excitement, and a giggle descended from my lips, as my hands coated my face, reciting the name in my mind. Damson. Well isn't he devoted?
August 23rd, Preparations 12:00 PM
"Did you study for your law interview?", Danai questions, and my mind goes blank. Law Interview, Fuck! "Thank you for the reminder.", I respond opening my notes on my pink iPad. Danai sighs, and my gaze reverts to her, with an expressionless face. What is it now?! "What?"
"Perhaps you should take a break, from the RA planning. Let someone else plan it, Perhaps Idris or Dam—", my hand grasps my notes pulling them away from her. I don't need help, I can do this.I'm capable of doing this. "I can handle it—Thank you for the reminder.", Danai nods, departing from my dorm, approving my thoughts to clear out. I can do this!
My laptop shuts off, as my legs depart from my bedroom, into the shower. After my shower, I wrap my figure into the black towel, arriving at my room, my hands buckle my black bralette to fit my shoulders, and tighten my undergarments. Altering into a white blouse, coating it with a black vest, and allowing my legs to sink into the grey work pants, fixating on my red heels. My hands obtain the black hair tie on the shelf, lathering mouse into my hands, as it wraps into a half-up-half-down style.
* Outfit • Annika Jelani
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I depart out of the dorm, walking down the street in 2 minutes towards Christopher St-Stonewall, my legs step downstairs to the 1 train. I get off after one stop, locating my arrival to 14th Street, using Google Maps, allowing me to transfer to the 2 train. My eyes widen as the police crowd around a man. "Sir, you must pay the fare."
