ella v.

previously known as westvenue; she woke up in a loosely-fit pair of mom jeans, her brown hair disarranged over the soft cushioned pillow. she had forgotten she had fallen asleep on the couch and though she wouldn't like to admit it - she had definitely fallen asleep on purpose. her hand fluttered to her mouth, as a wide yawn overtook over her pale complexion, when she suddenly realized: she had work today. 

with the thought of seeing her friends at work again, she rushed to grab her backpack, and scurried out the front door. at the ripe age of 20, she had learned to fend for herself, with the help of parental guidance - of course. although she has made many mistakes in her lifetime, she has learned to overcome many obstacles, and cherish the little things present within her life that make it complete. she gradually came to realize that she not only had a love and passion for reading and writing, [as she has accumulated over hundreds of books in her room these past few years] but for the sciences as well. so she studies biology at her university, and in her freetime, occasionally tries her hand at writing on wattpad [where she's absolutely terrible at consistent deadlines, i'm afraid to add].

however, she spends most of her time watching her 12-year-old sister grow into a hormonal teenager, wondering if she acted the same way when she was her age: spoiled. and rather than listening to her parents every complaint, she would rather listen to aus mein kopf by yung hurn [specifically the slowed version], one of her favorite songs that she has on repeat at any time of the day, and to the rants of her very loving friends.

as she continues to trudge through her monotonous-but-content-life, she wonders of the endless possibilities of what could occur in the next couple of years of her life.

but only one person will dictate the pathways that she will or will not take: ella.