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Today is the first day of my sophomore year at Carmen College of Literature and Arts, where I study History and Classical Literature Studies. I walked out of my dorm and still felt very sleepy because last night my dorm was having an unofficial pajama party to celebrate the last day of our summer break. We danced, we sang, drank, and foolishly (tended to) forgot that tomorrow’s gonna be the start of a new semester. When I left the building at 7.30, hardly anyone was up. I stepped on my mustard flat shoes lazily across the street, glancing back before I walked away from that small three-floored building. The dorm only accepts female students so it’s pretty neat, even though the building is looking rather old with an exposed red brick, old-time style from the last century. I lived there with around 35-40 other students from various colleges and universities, but most of them study in a state university a block away from the dorm. I have lived in this dorm since I left my homet
The Dracula Discreet The Incident
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The Dracula Discreet The Ice Melt
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The Dracula Discreet The Lift
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The Dracula Discreet The Audition Result
Thursday morning, three days after. I woke up in the morning feeling really tired and nervous. I was between giddy and anxious about the result that will be announced in the afternoon. Also, those magical moments I had with Clayton feels slowly fades away, because ever since he asked my number on Monday night, I didn’t meet him anywhere, and he didn’t contact me in any way. He must be working, having interviews, photoshoots, or something. He’s busy and a public figure, anyways. Don't get your hopes up too high, silly girl. Well, fortunately, I somehow know I can’t expect that much, he most likely hasn’t had any interest in me, as more than acquaintances, or someone he barely more than knew each other a little. Maybe he just asked for my number so he can add me to his phone contacts as someone in the sophomore year. But on the other hand, being inside his phone contact is already something though. Soon after I stepped out of the shower, my phone rang. It
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I freeze and stare at my phone for a few seconds. Suddenly I realized what his last sentences mean and jumped out of bed. WHAT? Oh my God!! Did he just say he’ll pick me up in 20 minutes??? I hurried and got changed. I opened my closet and picked something to wear. What am I going to wear??? Jeans and something warmer? Sweater? Jacket? Coat? I didn’t even know what he meant by picking me up, and where we would go. Probably I should wear something I usually wear to campus, but maybe a little bit nicer and warmer? Maybe not a sweater because it won’t be nicer or flattering at all, and I will definitely drown in coats. Ugh, the “perks” of being a shortie. And where the hell is Sasha when I really really need her?? I picked dark grey tight jeans and black knitted tank tops, then layered it with a light grey thicker knitted cardigan. Moisturized my face, brushed some powder, a bit of neutral-toned eye shadow, eyeliner, and lip tint. I grabbed my bag, empti
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