The wind caressed the treetops with a gentle touch, prompting them to sway gracefully in its embrace. The rustling leaves created a soft symphony, enveloping the surroundings in a hushed tranquility. Victoria, lying amidst the warm grass, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, only to let out a groan. Her head throbbed painfully, worsened by the unforgiving brightness of the sun. Regret washed over her for attending the party last night, knowing she had another one planned for tonight.
Oh, how her father would disapprove if he could see her now. He never quite understood her, unsure of how to handle her spirited nature. Sitting up, Victoria rummaged through her knapsack, desperately searching for something—anything—to take the edge off. Finally, her fingers found solace around a vial containing a light blue liquid. Muttering to herself, she uncorked it and raised it to her lips, tilting her head back and swallowing its contents in one swift motion. With the cork securely back in place, she tossed the vial back into her bag.
A tingling sensation coursed through her body, as a calmness washed over her troubled mind. Once again, her eyes closed, and a small smile played at the corners of her lips. A giggle escaped her as her thoughts began to drift away. The pounding in her head dulled to a mere buzz, the remnants of last night's dehydration slowly subsiding. Sugar had a way of working its magic, and the young creator of this concoction had truly known what he was doing. Returning to her dorm room seemed like a distant possibility, and Victoria didn't mind. Her disheveled hair, smudged makeup, and rumpled clothing were not prepared to face a classroom full of peers, with their loud and boisterous voices, accompanied by countless inquisitive questions. Instead, she yearned to remain here, basking in the warm sunlight, gradually reconnecting with the earth beneath her. Using her arms as a makeshift pillow, she settled into a more comfortable position, reveling in the blissful escape from the demands of academia. Truly, this serene moment in the embrace of nature surpassed the prospect of attending class.
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