Chapter 2 - Ready, steady, go

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Grace POV   “f**k! I’ m twenty one years old  and I’ve never been in a club!” I’ve muttered looking at myself in a mirror.  “What?” My roommate screamed half drunk from another room.  “Nothing, nothing!” I’ve replied. Shona was literally the sister I’ve never had. We’ve met on the first day of college and quite soon we’ve become close. Due to my previous “friendship” experiences, I was a bit skeptical at the beginning but I’ve realized that she was quite honest and I could count on her. for the first month or so, she was the one usually approaching me, but quite soon I have realized there was something about her that I could actually find true - she did not have any fake  vibes i have usually get from people surrounding me so I have given her a chance. For once in my life I have deserved to have a true friend and she might be the one.  I went to a colleague near my hometown from the time I was a toddler. My parents weren’t thrilled with the idea of me  moving so far away from them but in the end, they’ve decided to move back there as well. My father was an architect, my mother a writer and they were both martial art instructors so they could work anywhere. We were not living at the same house  - I have decided that I have wanted some sort of independency at I have to admit; the first thought of them moving so close to me was a bit annoying  but soon I have realized that it was a best solution ever. If we were hundred of miles apart. I would miss them; as much as I needed independence, they were amazing parents nd we have had quite a good relationship. I have loved them to the moon and back. never the less, living close to the campus had given me a feeling of independency and yet again, they were literally only a phone call away. Weather I have needed a help with groceries, a shoulder to cry on or just some one to spend the afternoon with; they were close. The other times, I have had my privacy.  It took me a while, but I’ve finally decided to live my life full time. I was tired of always being scared of mean and f****d up people. I’ve realized that I definitely wasn’t a problem - I was smart, communicative, getting along with most of the people. I definitely didn't have a filter - I’ve always said what was on mind; sometimes it annoys people, but I appreciate honesty and act accordingly. Here comes Shona - next to the my mom and dad, she was the closes person I have had around me.  The biggest realization I’ve had since arriving on campus was the fact that I wasn’t ugly, fat or any of the crap those bitches in the high school made me believe. I wasn’t too high, just 5’ 5 but I've had boobs and ass and the rest of my body was trim since I was training martial arts, hiking, running etc. from quite a young age. I’ve had long, blond hair and I was curly - in the age when a hair iron was a girl’s best friend, my hair was quite a rarity. Like I have said, I was curvy as well. I was quite aware that there were women in this world willing to pay surgeons to have body similar to mine,  but there were times when  whished I was more "flat". Don't get me wrong, I wasn't obese, I had curves; I would like to say all in the wright places. But as a young  woman who has never had close friends, I would appreciate that there were man who would notice my personality and not my bra size. what I liked the most about myself were my eyes, they were pale blue and I could swear, sometimes they almost shun. The dreamer I was, from the early age I was trying to find something meaningful behind "the look" I have had. I have to admit I as quite close to admitting it was only light - just a few rays of light were enough to create magic - even within someone's color of the eyes.    I was still looking at myself in the mirror when Shona showed up with two tequila shots, this was usually the thing we have done when we have decided to stay at out apartment and get drunk. She had the habit to go out from time to time but like I have said  this was my first attempt to be a regular colleague girl “Warm up!” she screamed into my ear.  “I think I need another one!” I’ve said.  “Will you change to a dress and heels if I bring another round?” she asked with raised eyebrow.  “Of course I won’t! Going out is far away from my comfort zone as it is. You’ll have to deal with Chucks, jeans and a tank top.” I have started to giggle. She actually thought that a few shots of tequila could turn me into heels wearing type of a girl.  “Yeah, yeah, you’ll mesmerize all the men anyway, we don’t want to start a brawl with revealing some of the legs.” I started to laugh and we headed out of the apartment. Our destination was this bar called Dungeon, Shona said I would love it and I’ve believed it. It was just ten minutes away from our apartment (if I haven't mentioned, we’ve been roommates for the last two years) so we’ve decided to walk. 
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