Chapter 7: Getting To Know Ava
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The next few days passed quickly.
Between preparing my things for college and helping Mum at the salon, I barely had time to think about how different my life was about to become.
Everything still felt a little strange.
A few weeks ago, I was still at home, helping Mum with customers and wondering what my future would look like.
Now, I was preparing to start college.
I was excited, but I was also nervous.
New place.
New people.
New responsibilities.
My phone buzzed while I was arranging my clothes.
I picked it up and smiled when I saw Ava’s name.
Ava:
Are you done packing, or are you still pretending you have enough time?
I laughed.
She had only known me for a short time, but she already joked with me easily.
Me:
I’m almost done.
A few seconds later, she replied.
Ava:
Almost done means you haven’t started properly.
I shook my head while smiling.
Me:
You’re already judging me?
Ava:
I’m just being honest.
I laughed.
That was something I noticed about Ava. She was confident, but she was also easy to talk to.
The following afternoon, we met again at a café close to the college.
When Ava arrived, she looked exactly like someone who belonged in a fashion magazine.
Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, and her outfit looked expensive, but she didn’t make a big deal about it.
She simply smiled and sat down.
“Sorry, am I late?” she asked.
I checked the time.
“Only five minutes.”
She smiled.
“Good. I was afraid you were going to think I’m the kind of person who arrives one hour late because I can.”
I laughed.
“I didn’t think that.”
“Good. Because I’m not.”
We both laughed.
We spent the next hour talking about college.
Ava told me about some of the things she had heard about the school.
“There are so many different people there,” she said. “Some are serious about their studies, some are just there because their parents told them to be.”
I smiled.
“I hope I meet the serious ones.”
“You probably will,” she replied.
Then she looked at me.
“What are you studying again?”
“Accounting.”
She nodded.
“That actually suits you.”
I looked surprised.
“Why?”
“You seem like someone who likes planning and knowing what’s going on.”
I laughed.
“Maybe.”
“What about your hair business?”
I smiled.
“I still want to do that someday. My mum taught me everything I know.”
Ava looked impressed.
“That’s actually amazing. I can barely do my own hair properly.”
I laughed.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’m serious,” she said. “I can choose an outfit, but hair is a different battle.”
When it was my turn to ask questions, I looked at her.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What do you want to do?”
She thought for a moment.
“Honestly? I’m still figuring it out.”
That answer surprised me.
“You?”
She smiled.
“Yes, me.”
I laughed.
“I thought people like you already had everything planned.”
Ava rolled her eyes.
“People like me?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do,” she said, smiling. “But having money doesn’t mean you automatically know what you want from life.”
I nodded.
That was something I understood.
Before we left, Ava looked at me.
“I’m glad our parents introduced us.”
“Me too.”
She smiled.
“College will probably be stressful, but at least we won’t be completely alone.”
I smiled.
“True.”
As we walked in different directions, I realized something.
Ava and I were different in many ways.
But talking to her didn’t feel difficult.
It felt natural.
And maybe that was the beginning of a good friendship.
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