Sarah´s

It is a hot spring day. Walking through the neighborhood, you can see so many happy people, cheerful kids running around and their mothers trying to calm them down, old people that are gardening, hard workers opening beers and cracking jokes. Amongst them, only Sarah is gloomy walking down the street. One of the younger workers tries to get Sarah's attention:

Worker 1: "Cheer up, Babe. You'll ruin your pretty face if you're frowning your brows like that."

Sarah doesn't even look his way, she is already sick of men trying to hit on her. She just wants to get home and get a nice hot shower to wash away the worries.

The young worker seems frustrated. One of his colleagues tried to calm him:

Worker 2:"Don't worry, she's just like that. A bookworm. She'll die alone with a hoard of cats."

Arriving home, Sarah goes into her room.

Those asholes. I can't even be sad without hearing those stupid comments. I don't understand why guys keep hitting on me. Do I have a green flag on my back or something?

Sarah is absolutely oblivious to how gorgeous she actually is. She sees nothing but books, all her life she stayed buried in schoolwork. She was the teacher's pet, until today...

Damn you, mister Allen, I'm sure my phone was on turned off, who even messaged me?

Sarah throws her phone angrily on her bed and goes into the bathroom. She got in trouble in University because she received a message during an important exam where phones had to be shut down to prevent cheating. She got a message which alerted mister Allen, who is the only teacher that seems to hate her for some reason. Her phone got taken away and she might risk failing the exam if the teacher's council decides to punish her.

All she needs now is a hot shower, the only thing that helps her clear up her mind. She starts to undress herself, peeling of the dull clothes revealing the most beautiful curves any man could dream of.

She's closing her bright blue eyes taking in the steam coming toward her doll like face. Her juicy red lips keep curling as if she is about to cry. Her skin is so white that it looks like it was made out of

porcelain. The hot water is dripping on her skin making in turn into a bright pink, almost as bright as her nipples that tower over her huge breasts. Her arched back is covered by her luscious blonde curls that are so long that they droop lower than her juicy ass. She looks like she's ripped out of a magazine. Any model would kill to have her perfect body, yet she doesn't know this, frankly, she doesn't care.

I'll never get into TechCorp. They only employ people with perfect scores with no write-ups. Even if I don't fail the exam, I'll have to retake it. Either way, it will be on my record.

She is barely holding her tears back. The shower didn't help, maybe books will. As she walks back into her bedroom, water is still dripping of her body on the fluffy carpet.

*bzzzz*

That phone again, that damned phone.

She has to know who got her into this trouble. Unlocking her phone, she sees some messages from a forum where she is usually discussing books with other people. She got a DM from someone called MasterR earlier today during the exam.