Red Fury

New York

Rose.

I started to regret asking my parents for a transfer to the Private college in New York but then again I have grown tired of the south. See I'm not a southern bell with blonde hair and blue eyes, I have dark red, straight hair and cold silwer orbs. Mom always understood that I had a need to explore but dad did not want his little girl to leave his sight. I yearned for adventure and new surroundings, though now it all seems to scare me a bit, all on my own for the first time. Sure life was comfortable, my father inherited the family business, so money was never factor. My mother decorated my apartment, which is situated in downtown New York in warm hues of ivory and gold. It was her going away gift to me, not sure it was quite my taste, I always liked things a bit more simplistic and "unimpressive" (dink nie dis die.beste woord nie)

I've always loved rose gold against my skin, I thought as I dressed in the mirror. I pulled my long red hair into a loose bun. I slowly pulled my brown boots on and covered my floral shirt in a soft pink coat.

It was winter outside, my favorite season. I loved the snow falling down, covering the ground and bare branches in a fluffy white blanket. As I walked down the corridor to the elevator the smell of soft warm musk filled my nose. "Mmmm" the sound softly escaped my lips as I felt my heart beat faster. As I got in the elevator I pressed the button and took a deep breath... Day one here I go.

Once I reached the big black gates of the college the massive buildings felt intimidating. I walk into the office, smile softly at the older women behind the desk who gives me my schedule and a map. I get to my first class and softly knock on the old oak door...