one founded by my great-grandfather. Oh, I forgot to mention that part. My great-grandfather founded Harleston University with his stepbrother in 1899. He claimed to have a calling to “help young minds grow to their full potential,” but I think his church was just broke as dirt and needed another source of income. So good ol’ great-grandaddy and his dear brother found Harleston University named after the street the church was on. In 1960, my great uncle, Oliver, took over the church and school and separated the two completely, so we could receive partial state funding. Sixty-five years later, here we are. Their precious “heir,” drunk, in their disgusting old library, at 3am. I decide I need to stand up, stretch my legs, and shake off the intoxication. As I attempt to stand, my leg begins to quiver and give out. As I fall on the concrete floor, I hear a snicker behind me. I turn around to see a girl I’ve never seen before. Her eyes are the brightest green. She stands a good ten yards away from me, but I can see them from here. Her hair is the color of chocolate milk. Mmm. Chocolate milk is my favorite. I quit staring and yell to her in a stern, yet sarcastic voice. “What the hell are you laughing at?” “Just observing,” she replies, snickering under her breath, walking closer towards me. “How was your night?” “Quite amazing, thank yo—”, I slur my words. “You know, the dried cheek drool and empty whiskey bottle are quite the give away,” she smiles and wipes my cheek. I cannot look away from those eyes. They are ravishing. “You’re funny,” I say, “What’s your name?”
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