Roxanazan

It was not merely black, nor solely brown, but a fusion of both; a small bundle of dark chocolatey hue - and in natural light, with soft, golden undertones cascading down her face, which was adorned with green eyes, reminiscent of lush forests and emerald gems.In other words, Samara, a girl unsure of her future. She doesn't want to study only to graduate and work, work, work, till she retires or better, drops dead. She looks around herself to see peers her own age.They're laughing. Teasing. Smiling. Samara can't see herself among them.She's not a loner, just alone.She wonders what went so wrong with herself? Why can she not be like others? Why is she incompatible?They said to strive to be one in a million, but at this point, she is finally understanding the meaning of the phrase, 'Ignorance is a bliss'. She wants her innocence and naivety back.Now she's in college, and things cannot be worse. Oh.They just did. x----------------x---------------x--------------x𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸? 𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂, 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻. 𝓨𝓮𝓽, 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹?She looks around to check her contemporaries again. Surely, she's not alone? x----------------x---------------x--------------x…