Rooted Unscramble Novels & Stories

"Shit! Primo, you just sounded like a gay!" ******* Avianna's POV "Damn it! How is this done, Hope?" I irritatedly asked Hope over the phone, I feel so bad right now, because the onion and garlic I was roasting were burnt again, before I could even put the rice. ["I already explained to you so many times, Avi! Saute the garlic and onion first!"]

The walk from Vance Hall to the central quad was the first time the actual scale of Ashcroft University hit me. The morning air had a crisp, sharp bite to it, rustling through the massive oak trees that shaded the brick paths. Everywhere you looked, streams of students were moving with an intense, fast-paced purpose—iced coffees balanced in full hands, bags swinging from shoulders, and laptops tucked firmly under arms.