My day started like every other. I woke up, made breakfast, washed myself, put on a little makeup and made myself ready for the first lesson at college.
But first about myself. My name is Celeste. I'm 22 years old and live in a small apartment in Brooklyn. I love to read, go to the gym and love to cook. Despite not trying to sound narcistic, I can confidently say I'm one of the most beautiful women. Apparently according to the Campus letter, I'm the most beautiful woman on the campus.
Before going to college, I lived my whole life with my aunt and my two cousins. Guess what? They bullied me and did everything to make me feel insecure of my appearance.
I know, I'm beautiful, but the years of bullying and demeaning me, took a toll on me and now I feel a little insecure sometimes.
But I digress, apart from the mentioned things I'm also a proud lesbian. Another reason for the bullying of my relatives.
Anyway, like everyday I board the subway and like always I wore a mask. It didn't deprive me of my beauty, but it lessened the impact. At the right station I left the subway and went to the Columbia.
Arriving at the college I first went to my locker, to throw away the countless love letters I received like everyday. Despite me being an open lesbian, most of these letters still belong to boys, who just don't realize I'm not interested. Just thinking about me having Sex with a man, and I could puke.
After clearing my locker I go to the first lecture. I study history with the focus on Mythology and religion. As soon as I enter the lecture hall, everybody stops talking and you could hear a pin drop silence.
Because according to some stupid rule I can't wear a mask during the lectures and the reaction to my unmasked face is pindrop silence.
After I went to my place in the first row, the first students start to gasp. After that more and more people start to breathe. I always think that they are overreacting. Sure I'm extremely beautiful, but it's not like I'm some kind of divine beauty. As you can guess, my beauty is also the reason, why I have no friends. Girls will just feel jealous and boys just want one thing from me, I don't need to say more.
Five minutes later our professor comes in and starts immediately his lecture. He is one of the more clever males. So that he doesn't get distracted he simply ignores me. Unlike the whole student body. Almost every single student looks at me and ignores the professor.
Despite the professor ignoring me, I still study diligently, he might ignore me, when I have questions, but I still want to have good grades.
After the first two lectures I leave the lecture hall and walk to the cafeteria. Ignoring the countless boys who try to strike a conversation with me, I enter the cafeteria.
Almost instantly I can see a giant bouquet of roses. Rolling my eyes and sighing in exasperation and a not so little sliver of anger I look at the man, who holds the bouquet. Ryan. One of the few who persistently ignores my sexual orientation and my rejections.
With a cold flare, I look at him and say: "The answer is no and if you still try anything more, I won't hesitate to call the police."
Having said my piece I ignore him and continue to walk to the counter. There I impatiently take the spoon from the working staff and get myself something to eat. Why should I wait two whole minutes until the staff is capable of continuing?
Taking the food, I sit in a corner and try to eat as fast as possible, without loosing my manners.
After the lunch break, I tackle the last two lectures and after that I once again clear my locker of the love letters and after that I go to the gym.
At the gym it's my first day, and it's the sixth gym and just as many months. I can't have it that almost every male, who didn't even think of training suddenly starts to train, just to drool over me. You may think the women are better? False! They are as bad as the men, some even worse, because they think just because I'm a women they are allowed to get a little touchy.
At the gym I change my clothes in a private stall and then go into the training room. After fending of the mandatory trainer, who thinks to highly of himself, I finally start to train.
Two hours later, after a short shower I leave the gym and am on my way home.
Luckily it's Friday and I can relaxe the next two days. The weekends are always the days where I almost do nothing. Here I recharge my energy, I lost during weekdays.
On my way home I stop at a grocery store and buy the ingredients for my birthday cake. Yes tomorrow is my birthday, and like every birthday since I left my relatives I will celebrate it alone. Well it's not like they celebrated it either, but at least they recognized, that I got one year older.
After leaving the grocery store, I boarded the subway and returned home. At home I first threw all my college things in a corner, connected my handy with the speaker and played my favourite playlist from Ed Sheeran.
Singing to the lyrics of 'Photograph' I went to the kitchen and started to prepare the cake.
One hour later I slumbed exhausted, but happy on the couch and turned on the TV. While the cake cooled down, I switched to Netflix and started the newest season of 'The Witcher'.
You wonder how I have so much money? Apparently my parents were somewhat rich and on the day I turned 18 everything they had went to me. Now I can practically live until I die without ever working.
Anyway after the cake has cooled down, I decorated it and stuck the numbers two and three on it. Then I watched the series until the clock turned twelve.
A couple of minutes before midnight I decorated my apartment and lit up the candles. At exactly twelve o'clock I blew out the candles and made my wish for my new year.
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Somewhere above the clouds in a giant palace the clock struck twelve and a ancient, old yet powerful voice boomed across the vast place called the world of gods.
"It happened! Hunt her, hunt her until nothing is left anymore!"
Unnoticed, a couple of minutes before, three small balls of light left the place and flew through the sky.
Only minutes later they appeared above the glistening lights of Brooklyn. Above a small apartment they halted and three women appeared. These women were so beautiful, mortals would die within a heartbeat, if they caught a glimpse of their beauty.
The three looked at a woman, who just blew out two candles and mumbled a wish.
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"I wish for this year, to be a year, where I will find happiness." It was the same wish as every year, but it wouldn't hurt to try again.
Suddenly I felt the cold breath of the wind, yet I couldn't remember opening it. I went to the window and closed it. When I turned around, there where suddenly three women in my room. Yet before I could realize how they looked, a sudden light blew up and confetti blew up all around me.
With it I heard three enchanting, yet seductive voices wish me, "Happy Birthday, Celeste!"