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[h3]Estelle Nuit: First Day of the Rest of my Life[/h3][/center]

Estelle carefully balanced on one foot, the ladder a little rickety. It was times like these she was jealous of Bianca’s ability to fly. She teetered back and forth on the thing attempting to stabilize herself enough to use the staple gun in her hand. She finally hit a sweet spot on the ladder’s legs and gained a stability. Enough to push the staple gun into the right hand corners of the banner. With a sigh she clambered down onto the safety of the ground. She carried the ladder back to the corner of the room and took in her work. 

“Welcome.” 

In beautiful hand written cursive adorned the entire length of the gigantic lecture hall. From this hall there was Estelle’s desk which, of course contained the controls for the survival exercise room, which was separated by Plexiglas but was otherwise completely visible from where the students sat, and behind where Estelle would stand to address them. She quickly put her heels back on and straightened the pencil skirt she wore back out. She had decided to take a more serious look for her first day of classes. Opting for her blouse, putting her hair into a chopstick bun with small stands escaping in front of her face, and the pencil skirt that she wore now.

She quickly retrieved her cupcakes from her desk that she had baked the night before. Carefully placing one on each desk for the students to eat while she explained the basics of her new curriculum before they were going to go into the Survival Room. 

She took a deep, uneasy breath and prepared for the first step towards a better, more honest life for herself. This was the start of something that she could do for as long as she lived. It felt incredible. Now she just awaited her students.