Islah Cordero is on her way to Westcott University. Islah is the daughter of the richest people in the world. The Cordero's and they own over a thousand worldwide brand companies, including Islah. But this isn't something Islah wants to tell the pub...
Pic of Islah. Imagine with long straight balayage honey and cream hair. (Look up if you don't know what that looks like)
My house. (Backyard, can't get front yard. Imagine it your way)
**ISLAH POV**
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I woke up to the morning light creeping through my bedroom from my large window. I love my bedroom, it's so big, so free. I'm in my own world, escaping the real one.
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I walk into my closet and and pick out my outfit for the day. I'm wearing beige sandals, gold bracelets (one with diamonds), gold watch, light faded pink lense glasses, light peachy pink shirt and blue ripped denim mini shorts. Today is the day I leave for college. "Perfect" I say to myself. I walked into my bathroom brushed my teeth and did my makeup. I use whits, grey, dark brown and black for my eyeshadow and a dark smokey red lipstick. My makeup is complete.
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"Let's get out of here. Westcott University here we come." Ali squealed and I laughed. "This is gonna be a great four years, together." Me and my friend Ali on our way to Westcott University. I have a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita White, it's one of the most expensive cars in the world, my parents are in front of me in their Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita Grey. It was a four and a half hour drive and my mother and father pull up in their clearly marked parking spot and I park in my spot clearly marked next to theirs.
"Home sweet home" I say slyly, "Don't be bitchy now sweetheart and watch your tongue young lady." My father says. "Awwww, I love you too. Anyway can we go get our room keys, dorm number and schedule?" I ask getting annoyed but still used my puppy dog look that neither of them can refuse. Ali laughed and said "Come on girl let's go." We walk to the main office and my parents walking swiftly on front of us. People start staring and whispering and to tell you, it's fucking pissing me off. "What the fuck are you staring at? Huh." They flinched so bad at my tone and me and Ali burst into laughter, so do my parents. "Hahahahahaha, you should've seen your fucked up faces," I happily sigh, "good times." I finish off. My parents say in unison "oh yeah, that's our daughter." I just smirked cause it's true.
As we walk into the office, all eyes are on my parents. I walk up to the desk and see a lady with soft brown hair. I'm guessing in her thirties somewhere. She asks with a snarky tone, "Your name, miss?" and I respond with " Islah Cordero." She froze then gave my my room key, dorm number and schedule. She did the same with Ali. But before we left I turned around to face the bitch, "Stay away from my dad he's taken." I reply with a smirk knowing my dad is listening. I can imagine them and Ali smirking too. She just nodded quickly as I left with Ali and my parents.
Me and Ali parted seperate ways to find our dorms. I'm in my own suite but I still have to share. Fuck that sucky principle I thought, so I go to my dorm, well more of a house, but anyway I walk into my ensuite and pick the room with the best view and comfiest bed. Good thing they were in the same room, I love my family. I unpack and get settled in but that was pretty easy
