When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Ariel Beckham. This is the second week of perfume class and things are getting tense. Derek’s already kicked out ten students and by the end of the month, I pray I’ll be one of only two left standing. It was all friendly at first—everyone chatting, swapping tips, and pretending we were all in it together. But now? It’s a battlefield. I guess that’s what happens when you have someone like Mr. Derek teaching. The guy's intense and the competition’s making everyone go a little crazy. It’s bloody hot in here but I’m still hanging on. I’m not getting kicked out—no way. It’s my senior year, and in a couple of months, I’ll be graduating. I need to figure out exactly what I’m doing next and perfume just happens to be the thing that’s pulling me in. I’ve got plans. I could major at the perfume i