Thread: Learning to Fall  (Alvis & Malice)

The season finally change. It was the season marking the end of the grueling summer and the season marking the beginning, an official cycle starting everything all over. At least, thats how she saw it. Everything started with fall and went in a circle of changing seasons and times, only to come back to home, fall. It was her favorite season of the year. Not too cold, not very hot, just right. Kind of like the way she liked her coffee. Every morning, she needed a coffee boost. She always believed shed never take up the need for caffeine. But circumstances as they were, it came very much in handy by the time she started college. She started later than most. Took longer than all the people she graduated with. All her friends were college graduates, going onto bigger and better things because of their new fancy degrees. She was almost twenty-five and she was only just starting her final year as a college senior. She was only now going to be getting her bachelors degree. Sometimes she believed it was a really bad idea to have taken a year or two off from school after high school graduate. Most times she wished she never got involved in the kind of job she did that prevented her from wanting to go back to work, that made it so easy to want to not get involved with school anyways. But she knew herself. And she knew that she didnt want to do this for life. She had to go to college. But it felt like she was slowly killing herself to keep up with at least a 3.5 GPA and working a night shift. Hence her need for her morning coffee. With classes starting at 9 AM and she not coming back to her apartment until 3 AM? Hi, triple espresso shot, no sweetener and light on the milk, please. Once she got her morning fix, it was steadfast walking towards her first class. 850. That meant she had ten minutes to get all the way onto the other side of campus and claim her seat before someone else did. Seats werent assigned but she broke her glasses last week and she wasnt exactly fond of touching her eyeballs for the sake of contacts. She couldnt see from afar. Sometimes she liked to believe she just had really bad luck, most of the times she was so frazzled and clearly intimidated by the eighteen hours she was taking, the little things became nonexistent. Like her glasses. Sarai! She nearly groaned. Now what? She turned and plastered on a big smile for that familiar voice that made her want to throw up all over her coffee. HeyThelma! Hey, do you have a moment? Um, not Because I really wanted to go over something with you. But I have Itll just take a minute? She glanced at her watch and sighed. You have exactly sixty seconds. Sarai stared at her watch the entire time as Thelma was slowly making her want to throw up all over her sparkly little Mary Janes. Goodness, the people in this schoolmoney, money, and more money. When sixty seconds were up, the girl wouldnt stop talking. And ten minutes later, Sarai found herself sitting in the last row in her class, squinting just to see what was written on the board or what was being projected through the projector. She was going to murder that stupid Thelma Parker one day. Or reach down her throat and crush her stupid squeaky little voice box. Sarai Huxtable was a girl who kept herself in good shape. By day, she was her real self, modest in appearance, a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal and a really hard worker. After high school, she decided to take some time off, figure herself out a little bit before she committed to college. Normally, her green eyes were hidden behind her glasses but she broke them a week ago whenwell when a book fell on them because of someserious wallshaking. It was embarrassing to say the least and she almost stopped. By day, her dark auburn hair was usually always tied up in some sort of messy format. Her shoes were nothing sparkly or fancy like most of the students here. She didnt dress fancy, she dressed comfortably. She could be elegant but there was no need for elegance in studying when thats all she was there for. To study, to get her degree, take all the tests and exams possible and graduate with some sort of honors for a better chance. By night, she was a completely different person. The object of every mans fantasy and desire. She thrived on it, she was like a whole other new person who knew herself, who was so sure of herself. Confidence was sexy and she wore it like a champ. By day, her name was Sarai Huxtable. By night, she was Izabel, the darkness in the light, the one to bring a strong man down from his impenetrable throne and take absolute pleasure from it living like that of a succubus. It paid well. She did what she had to. No one knew. She set those two lives so very apart. But she knew dark secrets about many of the men at this university, both student and faculty. They say money was power. What was power to her was knowing things people never imagined to be known. She knew it all. And they didnt even realize.