The Tango of The Cursed | Mature

7°.| The new girl

The Weeknd- Is there someone else
(Slowed & Reverb)

Colleen Beaumont

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Wrong.

Sebastian had taken me from place to place to see three different schools where I was shown their classes, schedules, etc. And while I did enjoy seeing what the education system looked like, I would've preferred to do something else on my first day here in Miami.

I had only a specific mount of destinations Sebastian was assigned to take me to, and all tho he was very sweet about it, he also made it very clear that today was not the day I'd be exploring the big city.

People here did stare at me as well, but most of those eyes were set on me with something closer to admiration and curiosity rather than hatred. It was that same type of attention I used to see in the eyes of kids back home.

The kids were too young to know the difference between the norm and odd, but they weren't completely ignorant to it which is why often times they'd look at me for longer than what a casual glance would last.

They'd sometimes even asking to touch my skin which I found cute and innocent and so I'd let them, and it was fun to get to know them. Until their parents snatched them away from me, yelling at me for wishing curses upon their souls.

In reality I didn't mind the stares too much and I loved the way people spoke so openly with me, putting our appearances aside as if I was part of their society. It gave me enough confidence throughout the day to put myself more out there and try to connect with people.

Sebastian parked the car in front of yet an other university lifting his wise eyes to look at me from his mirror and examined me before he gave me a reassuring smile, telling me with his regard alone that it would be fine.

'' I'll wait for you here and if you get any issues just call me, alright? '' The old man spoke and politely dipped his head to me.

'' Will do. '' I responded to his kind words with a smile of my own getting to open my door all by myself after numerous times of telling him how I was capable of doing it while argumenting how it wasn't good for his back that already seemed to bother him.

I stood up tapping on my dress while I scanned my new surroundings.

This place wasn't too bad. It had a nice yard and the huge white building -I figured was the school-, stood proud in front of me with the letters F, I and U high up on it's front.

FIU, Florida International University.

I looked around mostly following the groups of people entering the main doors and once inside I stopped to take a good look at the indoors.

All the schools I'd seen so far were impressive in their own not so unique way as it was kinda repetitive but it would also be absurd to claim that these universities weren't splendid.

Students passed me, some glancing my way as they all went on with their days while I waited for my guide, who should be here by now at given moment.

I examined the hallways, the people, the way they acted and looked, the lockers, everything and anything I could lay my eyes on as I tapped my thumb against the back of my hand in wait.

I'd gotten comfortable enough around people to not constantly try to adjust my dress so that it would cover more or less, and I'd even exchanged a few smiles with some passing strangers. But it was little moments like these that made me overthink my looks, as a group of girls not so far from me stared at me from head to toe like I was some exotic painting.