Author pov:
( ivy archer and fara brown , they were friends since childhood. They took same degree as psycology. But after that ivy picked another course discpline. Fara was general psychiatrist, and ivy was criminal psychiatrist. She was so into these kind of movies since her childhood. In current days they are living in newyork, but ivy , her transfer was issued by authority. She is flying to LA. She is going to practice her field, more practically than ever, transfer to (xxx) jail. Department that studies the psychology of criminals. Where students learn the actual motive behind the crime)
(As she said fara to apply for transfer,knowing thats impossible . She is so depressed though wants to start freshly)
“ ivy who’s gonna protect me from all the messes i will make” fara said while looking at her . They were on couch.No doubt it is ivy’s moving day.
“Don’t you dare to go to the pubs. And drink late night.I won’t to take a flight , to pick you up from those shity places” ivy was serious.
“ so mean. Call me daily. I will join you soon. Don’t trust anyone. Is your packing done” fara and her nonstop talks.
“ yes ma’am. Gonna change now. “ ivy said.
“Go already. Why are you being so lazy.”fara just wants to talk to her more and more and more. She will miss her. They were like sisters. She cheer her up in every step of life. Support her like a mother. Fara was an orphan so she also had no one.
Ivy picked a white dress shirt and pants and went inside her changing room.After that she remove the claw clip from her hair. Her hair was thick and dark black. Came across her scalps to the very lower region of her back. Her hair was long enough to hide her all back.
She took highlighter and highlights her sharp feature. Her face was so symmetrical. So perfect. Like a goddess. Her dark brown eyes with small nose and rosy, filled and plumpy lips. Her skin tone was medium. Her jaw line is also sharp enough to be prominent on her face. She and her motive of “if you are at a funeral. Be the bride. Cuz no one’s gonna chase you for spoiling their main day”
” your bags , they took them from me.” Ivy heard fara as she was walking towards the hall.
“ what? Who took my bags from you?”ivy asked woriedly.
“ Them” fara opened the front door of house. (Dramatic)
“ ooo come on fara…They are helpers and driver. They are here to drop me and my stuff to aiport .” Ivy replied to fara.
Ivy was deep inside so tense about her. But she promised herself to call her regularly and look after her from LA.
That was their “good bye”……
On her way to LA. Ivy was sad but she already made her mind to start freshly.
After the long journey.
She was in front of a building. Which means she is going to live in an apartment. No coziness no comfort of home.
But it’s fine. She is fresh now. She also wanted to give fara, her time to shine. She wants her to be mature , sober and bright.
………………
“ here i am. “ ivy heard herself.
She already recieved the mail of details.
Apartment number 13. Which is on 4th floor
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While she was roaming around in her apartment she noticed that the windows are huge. And there are totall 2 rooms with a kitchen and a bathroom. Apartment was furnished with brown and beige pattern,the walls , the furniture, the kitchen everything. She is not a very big fan of brown. But that seems beautiful.
………….
“ A day off , after that i will join. “She said while falling on the bed.
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Next morning.
The phone wakes her up. “Gangster👊 calling”
“ hmmmm ellow .”ivy was in her sleep.
“ wake up .you damn it. It’s your first day. You are late.”fara was shouting at her.
“ haaaa . It’s late. Is it? Bye.” Ivy start panicking.
When she saw the time.
“ fara ! You piece of shit. It’s 6 o’clock….. (lazily) Anyway it’s time to get ready for work. “ ivy was going to take shower.
she picked grey dress shirt with maroon skirt coming to her knees. With black sneakers .Hair tied in a ponytail today. She wanted to try smeting new… wispy bangs were kissing her face carelessly.
She was an art….. effortlessly charming
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