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ng-face laid on a pillow. The pillow's case, a faded dark blue, clashed with the vibr

through the blackout curtains near her be

cation sound from her phone made her eyes flutter open and she gazed round the room wildly in alert before her slender fingers landed on her phone which

ce, then thrice, but it refused to come to life. She sat up right, grabbing and positioning her pillow b

an otherworldly light. She hurriedly swiped the phone's screen downwards and the light reduced. Her black curious ey

gramme?" She muttered, her eyes sti

student a

laced with a mix of annoyance and trepidation. She had been dreading this moment for

on of her phone again and flung it to her side before standing up. The body of the mail was

f a cold email. Her mind raced with different thoughts making her release a shak

d cloth barely filled it. She grabbed a black baseball cap

er bed, and lowered herself onto the bed with a sense of urgency. Her hand instinctively reached o

h deep grooves etched into the surface like scars, the entire boot seemed to be held together by sheer willpower and a drop of luck,

inside the boot. After a while, she sat upright, as if conte

vastly different worlds. One side was adorned with a soft, gentle pink paint. It

skin of a forgotten sun flower. The paint was cracked and worn, revealing glimpses of the dull gray ben

oulder. As she stepped out of her room, a desolate hallway welcomed her. It is nearing evening so most

lows over the buildings. She quickened her pace as she moved towards a huge building that looks to have

echoing, alerting a woman sitting behind the desk who seems to be in her late thirties. The w

sked, her voice firm, but not unkind. Her eyes drifted downward, her gaz

tching out her hand as the

is out p

chair, sat, and began to fill out the form. The question were routine for Olivia

ivi

ing her spring to her feet, the clipboard clutched to her chest like a lifeline.

wait, then grabbed the telephone on her table. After some minutes of exchanging wo

office. On the door, the name 'Rachel Thompson' was engraved. She knocked twice even though, the door was open. The dean was sitting behind a huge mahoga

ivia. Her glasses perched on the end of her nose slipped slightly askew as she tilted he

he pushed her laptop slightly to her right. "Please, have a s

rbonne and since that time, she'd come to the conclusi

he dean began to speak, her words hit Olivia like a p

ip terms, especially yours. You will now ne

t was impossible! She couldn't afford it! She can barely afford two meals a day

otested, her voice shaking with anger and

a better future for herself, but her goddamned university is about to put a

and your concerns, Olivia. But the university is facing f

or because of her being her. Had a school as prestigious as Sorbonne university fallen on hard financial times or had

this." She stated co

is her only hope for a brighter future.

xpression unyielding as she placed her han

You need to accept it and move forward. Now,

over her. She knew she couldn't give up now, not when she's

with a snort, walked out of Mrs Rachel Tho