Micheala, older than both Oliver and me, was fully committed to her job. She possessed an unwavering belief in the power of determination. "I'll support you with it, Julianna. You're an excellent guard, and I'm convinced you'd make a great instructor. I keep suggesting that you take the instructor's course to work with the teenagers who attend lifeguarding." "But I enjoy teaching the little ones," I murmured. "They're adorable, no doubt. However, I think you're ready for the next step because I believe you'll excel at it," she encouraged, and I let out a sigh. "Alright," I shrugged. It was time to stop letting fear hold me back. "Okay, now head home and get some rest. See you when you return," she smiled, and I nodded, picking up my bag and leaving the pool. I waved at Oliver, who was headed in the opposite direction, and began my walk back. Walking home at night like this was a new experience for me. The well-lit path was bustling with other students. I pulled out my headphones,

I woke up feeling incredibly rested this morning. Letting out a contented sigh, I slipped out from under the cozy sheets and glanced at the clock; it was almost 9 o'clock. My stomach grumbled with hunger, signaling that breakfast was a must. Before heading out, I slipped into my slippers, threw on a sweater over my shorts and t-shirt, and took a quick look in the mirror above my dresser. The sounds of people chatting in the kitchen down the hall reached my ears, so I made a pit stop at the bathroom before making my way to the source of the voices. Kent had his back to me, tending to some cooking, while Kyle and Mark were slouched on the kitchen island, looking a bit worse for wear, clearly dealing with the aftermath of a night of drinking. "Morning," I greeted softly, and Kyle got up, draping his arm around my shoulders. "You're the best, Julianna," he slurred, attempting to plant kisses on my head unnecessarily. I raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for those cookies last night, they were

It had been a while since I'd attended a party. Back in high school, whenever my friends returned home, there was always some party to attend. However, most of them now spent their summers working or doing research in their college towns. Tonight, I needed to make an effort to be sociable, strike up conversations, and hopefully make some new friends. After a refreshing shower and some hair care, I left my hair slightly wavy. As a child, I had struggled to straighten it, but I now found its natural texture rather charming. Opting for a simple outfit to avoid drawing too much attention, I settled on a tank top and shorts, given the expected heat. I laced up my trusty old Converse and secured my belt bag. It was the perfect accessory for carrying a few essentials on a night out. We were waiting for Mark and Kyle to return home. Mark's practice had run late, and Kyle wouldn't be back until eight, so he suggested we head out without him if we were eager to get going. Surveying myself in

The party seems to be going smoothly so far, with lots of fun and minimal issues. I've struck up a great rapport with Abby, and I'm gradually making new acquaintances and forging new friendships. Kyle finally arrives home from work and immediately heads to the dining room to join a game of beer pong. From the living room, I can hear commotion, and Abby seems to notice it too. We both turn our heads to investigate. "Try not to look now," Abby mutters, disgruntled, as Piper and her entourage saunter in. They all look stunning in short skirts, halter tops, and glistening gold jewelry. A cloud of perfume appears to follow them wherever they go. "If you don't like them, why invite them?" I inquire of Abby, who chuckles. "Because dealing with their anger and drama would be worse than just tolerating them," she explains with a shrug as they head towards the ping-pong table. I roll my eyes in response. "Elle!" she calls out, and I spot a blonde girl with wavy hair stacking empty cans on

The first day of school is finally behind us, and I couldn't be happier. It's been a challenge to get back into the routine, but I've cherished the respite from the apartment and the decreased encounters with Kent. This semester, my schedule was packed with classes, although thankfully devoid of presentations, group projects, or labs that would require physical exertion. Pursuing a degree in the arts brought its own unique set of challenges – readings, class discussions, active participation, and consistent attendance. It's all fun and games until you're faced with three 40-page articles for a single class. This year, I also attended seminars. They were a requisite for my degree, but they proved to be intense, intimate, and somewhat intimidating. These seminars placed substantial pressure on contributing original ideas and opinions during class discussions, a task that didn't quite align with my naturally shy and apprehensive disposition. In addition to academics, I juggled a part-t