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My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the sink, looking at my reflection in the mirror. A girl with pale skin, hazel eyes and brown hair stared back at me. I could barley recognize myself in the white, lace dress my mother had picked out for me. I fiddled with a piece of loose strand, quickly ripping it from the material. The Raymon family will be attending the annual Biggs Charity Auction tonight and to say I was excited would be a complete and utter lie. The items being auctioned off varied from cars to art pieces. I must admit it was quite amusing to see all those adults fight to purchase the tangible items.

In all honesty, the event is very enjoyable. The people were easy to acquaint yourself with. The food was appetizing, though not fulling. I simply could not bring myself to have a fully good time at the Biggs Auction, though. Let us all just take a moment to blame Cruz Watson for this. Mr. Watson is an eighteen year old douchebag whom was conceived by the most generous and caring people; Shane and Cara Watson. The couple was known for their partnership in interior decorating and house retail, in which Shane would buy and sell the houses and Cara would decorate them.

"Hazel?" a voice called. Three knocks on my bathroom door resulted in my eyes widening and my heart rate increasing. I throw the loose thread in my sink before backing myself up against the wall, awaiting the door to open.

"My dear, Hazel, your makeup is a mess." My mother lets out a tsk "Would you like for me to fetch Erika to do the makeup or can you manage it?"

I smile. "I think I'm good," I say as I retrieve my makeup kit from my closet. I'm shocked to see my mother still standing in the bathroom as I make my way back.

"Everything good, mom?" I ask as I begin to apply eyeliner. After finishing both eyes, I realized my mother still hadn't replied to my question, so I turned around. She was leaning against my purple walls, a small smile on her lips and complete adoration swimming in her eyes.

I gave her a look. "Earth to mother." I snap my fingers.

She sighs before stepping pass me to retrieve the necklace I have yet to put on. She ushers me forward, allowing me to face the mirror as she stands behind me. The necklace soon comes around my neck and as I'm sure of the fastening of the lock, I try to turn to face my mother but she doesn't allow me to budge. I stare at her in the mirror and she me.

"Brown University," she smiles.

Before I could reply, she turns me around so that I am finally facing her. My hazel eyes make two with her blue ones. Words are not needed as I can tell what she wanted to say. She was proud of me, beyond proud. She was ecstatic to see her daughter following in her and her husband's footsteps. And though I was happy to see her happy, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in my heart. I didn't want to attend Brown. Traveling is what I wanted to do. I wanted to climb mountains and explore jungles then write about my experiences. But obviously, that was out of the question. I had already been accepted into the Faculty of Law and the prominent University. There was no going around the fact, and I had to learn to accept that.

"You are going to accomplish amazing things. Hazel," she says before kissing my forehead. "Now hurry and finish, the car will be here in fifteen minutes." With that being said, she strolled out of my bathroom and room.

I let out a breath of sigh I wasn't aware I was holding. It took me a while, but I managed to compose myself and grab my lipstick.



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"Hazel!" a much too familiar voice is heard from a distance despite the loud classic music being played. I turn around with much enthusiasm to see Cara Watson rushing towards me with open arms. I gladly accept the hug, giving her a little squeeze as she lowly squeals.

I hadn't seen her in about eleven months. With me prepping for SAT exams and her having work and being pregnant, there wasn't much time on our hands to see each other. Though the woman is thirty-nine years old, she doesn't look a day over twenty, honestly.

"Cara! How are you? How is Arianna? Is she here? Oh, imagine how big she is! Did-" my montage of questions were halted as I recognized Shane Watson and how he was holding a baby. My excitement got the better of me as I rushed over to where Shane was standing, almost tripping in my six inch heels.

"Shane!" I squealed. He turned around to greet me with a huge smile.

"Well if it isn't Hazel Bagel."

"Gosh, it's like the nicknames get worse each time I see you," I roll my eyes. "Is this the famous Arianna?" I avert my eyes to the mixed baby with wild curly blonde hair and green eyes. She stared cluelessly at me whilst sucking on her thumb.

"The one and only," he boasts. "Isn't she a cutie?"

"The cutest," I reach out to show that I wanted to hold her. Once in my arms, I make faces at her until she smiles. "Aww, are you sure she's yours?"

"Hey, stop making fun of my husband." Cara appears beside her Shane and he leans down to kiss her.

I hand baby Arianna back over to her father. "Hazel, your sister is looking for you by the way."

After our goodbyes, my search set out for Catherine. Twenty minutes of walking and my search came out useless. I carry myself over to the food table where I pick up a chocolate brownie. I moan once I realize how good and soft the treat is.

"Would love to hear you moan like that more often." I didn't even have to turn around to know who the hell had said that, but I did anyway. No other can Cruz Watson was standing, staring directly at me with his stupid green eyes.

"Leave me alone, Cruz." I begin to walk away but I'm stopped when his hand grips my forearm.

"C'mon princess, it's been like four years since we've known each other. Stop playing hard to get and let's just have fun."

"Fun?" I question.

He steps closer and I attempts to step back but his hold on me prevents that. "I know how much you want me to bend you over," his mouth is millimeters away from my left ear and I shiver in disgust. "I know how much you want me to fill your pretty little face with my cum." His free hand reaches behind me to grab my backside. I gasp in shock as I lift my knee to meet with his crotch.

I smile in success once I see him crouch over in pain. "If you do that again, I'll rip your small intestine out of your asshole."

I turn and walk away. The familiar stinging in my eyes begin and I know it's time for me to leave. This happens every time Cruz is around my presence. He touches me inappropriately, he verbally abuses me... It's sickening. I'm sick of it.

Once outside, the warm May air slaps my face. I send a quick text to my father and Catherine, informing them I am not well so I will be going home. Once sent, I begin my journey home. Two blocks in, my feet begin to pulsate so I whistle for a taxi. After telling him my destination, I start to think. I think of ways I can cope with having to do Law. I think of ways I can get myself out of doing Law. Maybe I could do Law as my major and and Journalism as my minor? No, dammit. My parents have already set it straight that my minor will indeed be Tourism.

I sigh, anything but content with my feelings right now. I needed someone who understood. Someone other than Catherine, who was unable to fully grasp my situation. Yes, we were both in the same predicament... But she was for arts... I was for literature.

"Turn around!" I shout.

The taxi comes to an abrupt stop. "The fuck is wrong with you?" The cab man is agitated and I quickly apologize.

"Can you please just, turn around. I'd like to go to Brooklyn."


I wanted to see Harry.

Notes

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