❝ Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one ❞
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He was clad in a white fluffy robe, matching mine, his hair messy, as if he just woke up. I couldn't help but notice how good he l...
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I STOOD IN front of the floor length mirror propped up against the wall of my hotel room. Smoothing down the nonexistent wrinkles of my creme silky blouse, I adjusted it into the plaid skirt. Barefoot, I walked over to my suitcases laid out across the floor. I opened them one by one, searching for my makeup bag.
When I finally found the blood-red bag, I sat down on the cold floors next to the mirror, applying touches of makeup. A couple coats of mascara and a swipe of crimson gloss later, I was finished. I lifted myself up from off the ground and scrutinized my reflection.
Satisfied, I spritzed on my signature perfume and grabbed a pair of white Valentino's from a suitcase, tugging them on.
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The whole cab ride to NorthView I wasn't able to keep my mind off the incident from earlier this morning. Every time I thought of my fall, my stomach churned at the embarrassment.
Now standing at the door of Mrs.Thorn's class, I felt the same humiliation. Running a hand through my hair, I glanced at my watch. I had only about half a minute until the bell rang.
Come on, Layla. Just pretend nothing happened.
I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob and quickly strode to my seat from yesterday, avoiding eye contact with everyone. As I set my bag and books down, the first bell rung and Mrs.Thorn stood up.
"Good morning class, I hope you are all having an amazing day, today we will be having study hour"
The class cheered and went on talking to their friends, students joining their chairs together, mostly conversing about Adam's party.
I hadn't decided on weather or not to go. I didn't exactly want to show up by myself and be a loner the whole night.
An idea came to my head, and I made a mental note to ask Cecelia if she would come with me.
"Layla Davis!" Mrs.Thorn called out. When I glanced up at her, with a wave of her fingers, she motioned for me to come over.
I stood up, making my way to her desk.
"Layla, the principal is waiting for you, do you know where the office is?"
A rush of ideas swarmed my head before I remembered I would be settling in on campus today, in a dorm. I wasn't sure weather that was a good or bad thing.
She didn't give me time to answer before swatting her hand against her forehead, almost animatedly.
