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3 MONTHS AGO,…
4:30 PM
Alysa slowly woke up by her phone's alarm, rubbing her eyes and stretching, with the window letting the sunshine gleam through her room.
It's a very sunny day today, isn't it?
So much so, that it felt like a fever dream she didn't and also wanted to wake up from. 'The light's so damn saturated,' she must've thought.
"..Ugh.. Ow, dude.. What the fuck, it's so sickeningly bright.. I don't even remember setting my alarm so early.." Alysa grumbled, before sitting up on her bed and shutting down the alarm, before she saw she had 5 new messages from.. Isabeau??
Alysa stared at the messages for about half a minute, laughing at the stupid possibility before her fingers moved to reply late.
She clicked the send button and waited for Isabeau to respond. She had really thought of it for a second though, maybe she'll be fit for being an FBI agent.. Most of her just thought it was a stupid idea though.
"Amber's joining? Huh, doesn't seem like her.." Alysa muttered to herself, trying to imagine the blonde girl being an FBI agent. When she did, her cheeks blushed, (thank God no one was with her) and she shook it off.
Alysa did not have a crush on Amber. Sure, since they went to UCLA, Alysa thought she was beautiful. Hell, whenever she talked to Amber, it felt like she was gonna drool any moment because of how beautiful Amber was, and she couldn't just stop imagining how it would feel like to be her girlfrie—
..Okay, maybe Alysa did have a crush on Amber. But it was just admiration! Of course she's gonna have a teeny tiny crush on that beautiful woman, it wouldn't turn out to be something more than that, right?
Alysa then turned off her phone, it didn't really matter to her if Isabeau was gonna text more or not, because she was gonna take a shower first.
Eat breakfast, is somethng she'll probably do later.
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5:30 PM
Alysa was already finished in doing her necessities. Showering, eating, changing clothes, taking care of hygiene..— Y'know the drill.
She then went to her desk and opened her laptop, turning it on immediately, since it didn't really have a password, 'cause she keeps forgetting the fact she always says she'll make one.
She opened Google, then began searching up some things for her application, because what did ambition mean without knowing how you're gonna be signing up for?