Eternal Art

Chapter 1

I was standing right here, looking at my dream come true, becoming an adult:strong and independent. That's what college always seemed to me. I watch all of that people rushing towards the open door of St. Amely's Art College. I'm a little afraid, but enough for my hands to tremble. I always loved drawing, it's like something magical in our routine world. So I never had a doubt about my future job.
The building is old and has its own historical atmosphere, everything I adore about buildings to be fair. As I was enjoying the view I heard my grandmother steps, silent but recognizable.

"Venus, you gonna be late, don't just stand here like a tree. And what are you wearing? I told you to take your Chanel dress, you should look the part, what will people think of me?" she says.

Yes, I have a Chanel dress, which costed more than my entire year in this college. I'm not boasting, I'd rather say it's my curse. My granny is editor in chief of one of the best fashion magazines. She's obsessed with clothes, make up and different looks. I'm not joking, I have never seen her in the same pair of sun glasses. Of course, she's always worries what people think of a famous Dussedore DiMarche.

"Gran D, you know everyone would have their eyes on me if I wear that"

"They already have, my dear Venus. You came with me. And what's bad in being noticed because of your look and not a behavior?" she raised her eyebrows, I swear only this woman can make it like that.

"Can you not call me Venus in front of everyone, please?" I told her this like a million times. I was named after a shaver, nothing to be proud of.

"So how should I call you? It's your name, which your parents gave you when you was born. Don't shame their memory with your foolish abbreviations"

Of course she would never loose an opportunity to remind that I always shame my parent's memory. I know they wanted me to be happy and not pronouncing my full name in front of everyone would definitely make me happy
While we were having this wonderful conversation, we came to campus, another beautiful and old building. That's where I'll live for another 4 years of my life and I can't wait to start this experience.

"I'll ask somebody to help us with those boxes. They are disgusting, Venus, I offer you my Louis Vuitton suitcases, they would be much suitable for this" Lady diMarche says.
Ugh, why she always has to name the brands? She fells herself better than others that way? You know when boys grow up, their fathers learn car brands with them, you are driving, stuck in a traffic and guessing a car brand. I had this thing with clothes. My grandmother used to show me her dresses and now I can't remember a single label I am not acquainted with.

"No, I'll take these boxes if they are so disgusting to you Lady D" I reply.

"That's not a kind of work for a lady, Venus. Oh, I see who can help us. Young man! Yes, you with a terrible bandana on his head" my granny screams.

"Please, you're embarrassing me!" I almost start crying. But then I follow her gaze.

I don't like staring at people, because I experience that like every single time with my famous grandmother. But that was the only time in my life I couldn't stop staring. The boy, my granny so politely asked for help, was tall, slim with dark hair and eyes, like two alluring black holes. To be short, he was incredibly sexy. Yeah, I know what you think, that's how most of college stories start. Well, maybe, but it's college after all.

The guy looked at my granny, made a single step towards her and finally asked:

"What?"

"You'll have to help us lift these boxes to Vee..., to this young lady's room" she says with the voice which she gives commands to her little stupid rat looking dogs.

The stranger boy looks her up and down and says only two words before walking away:

"Fuck you"

I didn't hear exactly what my granny was screaming, because I never laughed so hard in my life.