“Nervous yet?” I ask my best friend as we may our way through the college to the vast lecture hall for our official ‘welcome’.
“A little bit,” Ophelia replies. “Yourself?”
“Shitting myself,” I confess, bringing a brief smile to the teal-haired girl’s face.
“Perhaps a thong was not the best idea today, then,” Ophelia muses.
“Actually…” I say as I look around at the countless unfamiliar faces, all of whom look at me and see a girl- but some of whom clearly see something behind the ‘façade’. “It was definitely the RIGHT idea.”
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