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[color=transparent]claire loves u!
[align=center][size=9pt]AUBREY K.
AIN'T NEVER FELT THIS WAY, CAN'T GET ENOUGH SO STAY WITH ME ･✧ |
aubrey wasn't angry. she supposed she should be, but after spending so much time dwelling on the fact that she was, in fact, leaving home for her country's top finishing school, she could at least attempt to pick out the positives.
first of all, she was leaving home, which took care of all sorts of issues. she didn't have to dodge her parents' questions about her despondent state, for one, or make an excuse as to why they found a crumpled pack of cigarettes under her bed. the answer to the latter was usually the same; it fell from her friend's pocket when she came to sleep over..and no, she did not smoke in her room. as to the first, she wasn't despondent, just herself. angry. perpetually so. even when she was relaxed, there was some degree of anger brewing inside aubrey's stomach.
so now, when it was replaced with a still, eerie sense of calm, it was almost disconcerting.
"be safe, dear," her mother wrapped her in an embrace and she returned it without thinking. there were a lot of strange things happening today. "and come back healthy, okay?" she nodded and smiled (this one she had to force). she turned to her dad, bid him farewell in kind, then stepped into the car. she couldn't help but look back to see their figures grow smaller and smaller in the distance.
the driver tried to make small talk on the way there. "what's a beautiful young woman like you doing going to a finishing school?"
she didn't answer at first. they always asked such obvious questions. what was a beautiful young woman like her doing not going to a finishing school? still, she decided to play it coy. "well, i wouldn't know." at this time, she would take out a pack from her coat pocket and proceed to light a cigarette. it usually shut them up, and it worked this time around, too.
aubrey let her mind wander to the school and her roommate. she had no idea who they were. she hadn't the slightest clue whether they were a boy or a girl, tall or short, a morning or night person, or if they actually wanted to be there or not. she initially felt she could care less, but was beginning to realize how important it was for them to get along.
aubrey glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed her mascara was running. she bit her lip and held on to the seat a little bit tighter.
the driver helped her with her things, pointedly avoiding eye contact. her mouth twitched a little. "goodbye!" she waved. "safe travels!"
the driver raised his hand but did not spare her another glance.
aubrey turned around, her gaze slanting upward. old main was tall, and the whole place was...bustling. she dug around in her other coat pocket for her room assignment.
room 231, rose hall.
she saw a sign pointing to just that and began to walk over. there was something shaking her; not anger, not tranquility..apprehension? her brows furrowed. no.
the elevator was out of order, which wouldn't usually be a bother if it weren't for her two cumbersome cases. someone on the way offered to help, but she assured them she would manage.
she stopped in front of the door, her chest heaving. did her breath still smell like cigarettes? no, it shouldn't. she hardly took a puff. was her shirt ironed? yes, her mother had it done last night and this morning. everything was fine. she knocked twice, then turned the knob and pushed the door open. her roommate was already there.
"oh, hello." |
