Elena's story is how 'For Our Love' started, so I have decided to write a one-short on her. This is how she and Jasmina (and Jeremy) met at university.
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Elena
I was late for my first day of university because of Brett.
He just didn't want me to leave.
I actually ran a brush through my reddish brown hair as I ran towards the building where my first seminar was going to be held. I was wearing skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and Brett's red and black flannel shirt, and black trainers. I had no desire to dress stylishly for university.
The rude person in front of me didn't even hold the door open for me, even though he'd seen me running up to the front door of the building.
"Ugh, learn some manners while at uni." I muttered under my breath, as I focused on the signs on the walls. "Third floor." I turned on my heels and followed the signs to the lifts.
Why is it that when you're in a rush everything seems to be going wrong? Out of the two lifts, one was out of order, while the other already had a crowd of people waiting to get on. "Ugh, son of a biscuit!" I pushed through the door of the stairwell and ran upstairs.
I was out of breath before I even reached the first floor. I am so unfit.
Finally, I arrived in the classroom, two minutes late. Fortunately the seminar tutor wasn't here yet. I glanced around. As it was the first day of the first year, everyone seemed to have shown up. The only seats available were a table-for-four, where a blond guy and a girl with long medium-brown hair sat. The guy was scrolling through his phone, and the girl was scribbling away on a notebook, her hair curtaining her face. I walked over and took a seat beside her, and she looked up and smiled politely at me, while the guy nodded at me.
Before I could introduce myself, the lecturer walked in, a tall woman wearing a light green long-sleeved shirt and black trousers. "Good Morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Hazel, and I will be your seminar tutor for Introduction to Creative Writing. You all may call me Hazel, rather than Mrs Woods. I would actually prefer to be called 'Hazel'."
I grabbed my water bottle from my bag and took a swig, relieved that I didn't get in trouble on my very first day.
After a long introductory lecture, Hazel gave us our first task. "You all will get into groups of threes or fours and will introduce yourselves to each other. Consider it a summarised autobiography. You may speak to the people you are seated beside, but remember that you all will be in the same team till the Christmas break, by which you will be submitted a project that you will be working on with this very same group."
