Chapter One
I consider myself lucky to be admitted in this university. Lucky because my parents have the decision and money. Lucky because I am not pursuing enough, yet they still decided to let me in. However, summing it all up, it all comes down to what the administrators say business.
Though forced to go to a school I don't plan on graduating in, I have been given the opportunity to take the field I want to take. I'm a major in chemistry, and now in my second year of taking it.
As I walked myself to the front door, I found myself following the girl's footsteps. However, when I finally got inside, I lost sight of her. Sighing, I encouraged myself. I'll see her tomorrow...or maybe later. Knowing that there's a million students attending this school, my little statement started holding on to my little hope.
The everyday atmosphere in University of Millburgh can be described in one word—unchanging. Seeing people smiling at you, greeting you and hugging you every weekdays can be a little bit tiring. The same thing applies to the people in my dorm. I go out, hoping to wave good morning at my neighbors, but later realizing that no one actually comes out to breathe the fresh morning air.
"What's up, Luke?" Brad gave me a set of high-five's and a pat on the back, which made me feel like a boss in a football game.
"HEY MAN," I raised my eyebrows, "New year, huh?"
"I have Professor Norman for Biochemistry."
"Sucks for you," I laughed, "Only have to take four classes this semester."
"Still not gonna drop band, eh?" Anne popped behind.
I was taken aback by her new look. She wore her hair orange two years ago, then brown, and what is it now? Blond? Whatever works, I shrugged as I thought of how girls play show their looks off in this campus.
Placing her arm on her hip, she asked defensively, "What are you staring at?"
"Nevermind," I resigned. Bringing myself back to the topic, I finally uttered, "It's called passion."
"That's the spirit," she looked flustered, walking away with her new XXL black converse shoes.
Anne Scott is simply, if I have the permit to say this, an emo girl. Though how hard I push the thought—that she is mature—in my head, I can't seem to recognize it. For all the ladies' sake she's eighteen. Isn't it time for her to grow up and step aside from the high-school trend? I don't like to judge and whatnot, but her outfit is disturbing.
All of us went out for a walk but sadly, the main clock leaning on the wall of the High Tower alarmed us. Time for my first class for the day, and for all of us. An experience that should be missed, for nobody thinks going to your first class is exciting—except the new people in the school; freshmen.
Having extra five minutes to get to class, I first went to the Band Hall and dumped my instrument in there. Having a two minute argument with my band professor, Coach Lloyd, I hurriedly went to the other building, leaving him an unfinished debate.
Hearing the bell, my reflexes buzzed my muscles and I started dashing, room to room. I'm dead! I'm dead! Crap!, I screamed in my head as my heart pumped for more oxygen. I was almost there, but my feet were exclaiming for a break. Slowing my pace a little bit, I grabbed the chance to inhale and exhale—only in an intense manner. My throat was so dry that I felt like scraping it with my own fingers. My chest was popping in and out as I gasp for air. My heart slammed against its walls, creating an indefinite rhythm.
Organic Chemistry. Organic Chemistry? I blinked several times as I read the note glued on the metal door. Organic Chemistry! My eyes bulged out and my lips drew a grin as if I were a lost kid, feeling relieved after seeing his beautiful mommy.
Deliberately, I opened the door only finding my professor; already explaining what's written on his syllabus.
"Mr. Wright, ain't it?"
"Yes indeed, Professor Mayer."
"Tardy on your very first day," he sighed in sarcasm while flipping through the pages of an encyclopedia.
I rolled my eyes as I walked through the room, finding a seat. I found a seat on the fifth row, and the spot was comfortable enough for me to squeeze my soft butt on that cushion for two whole hours learning Carbon from this professor.
"Mr. Wright?"
"Yes?" I asked and everyone's eyes were on me.
"Being late is being absent. Don't come in late next time thinking you'll get exempted from my rules."
"Yes, sir."
I sighed in relief knowing that it is over, and that everyone's head turned away from me. However, I still felt that someone was still looking at me. It was the girl diagonal to my right. She looked at me with a dropped jaw and mortifying eyes. She looked so familiar, though.
I flashed a half-smile and looked away quickly. Whatever, I looked away, but actually looking at her in the corner of my eyes. She looked at me again and as I was about to return the glance, she already turned her head away.
Looking at the ceiling for twenty seconds, I came to realize she was the girl I saw awhile ago. How stupid of me for not recognizing her immediately. My mouth withdrew a smile from the little happiness I was feeling.
"Being absent is failing, Mr. Wright. Chemistry is not for daydreamers."
I covered my mouth and muttered, "Y-Yes, sir. I apologize."
My anger rose from within, Mayer, I swear, it'll only be today, and I call it quits with your sarcasm.
But deep inside I know I cannot lie.
I don't want him degrading me in front of this lovely lady...
Just look at how she stared down at me.
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