Lusvious

Fᴏᴜʀ : Cᴀʀʀᴏᴛ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ

Tuesdays are pretty chill starting at 8am and ending around 1pm. Not much to complain about, it could be way worse than that. Like starting at 11am and ending 4am, like what would you do all morning?

Before Wilma had left home for school she had decided she would take with her the book she had started on yesterday and that she would go from school directly to the cafe she was at yesterday to either read the book she had with her or to study something her professor would give her during the day.

The day's lessons weren't as interesting as the first day which she had hoped for but they were still interesting but less so. They had mostly hot over and repeated the last year's knowledge which is good but boring. Not having friends in her class doesn't make it easier to drift the time. They had a short lunch break where Wilma had walked over to the school cafe and bought a salad.

Taking the saled she walked over to a bench to sit down. Tasting the green mixture of leaves she nearly spit it out. It was dry but also sonky which made it taste old. Not wanting to eat more of it she threw it away and walked back to the classroom and sketched some flowers. Flower crowns are always so fun to draw so many small details to play around with.

Then her phone started ringing. Mother the ID said. Her mother very rarely called. She and her mother or father did not have the closest band to each other. Her Dad and Mom lived in a house a few hours from New York with her older brother. Wilmas parents weren't mean or so, the problem had always been that Wilma wanted to be as her brother and her mother did not understand why. Her mother had a picture in her head that women and men couldn't want the same stuff, for example when Wilmas older brother started track Wilma also wanted that, her mother had then asked her if she did not instead wanted to start dancing or anything like that.

Picking up the phone her mother greeted her with a halfhearted hello.

"Hi mom, why do I get a call from you this time of the day?" Wilma asked even though she kinda did not care and wanted the call to end.

"Only wanted to know how the last year has welcomed you, you know that you can always change the major if it is too hard for you" her mother said with a pity voice. Well of course she thought she would not make it.

"No, it has been good and why would I change last year?" Wilma did not have to ask to know the answer to that she already knew.

"Well I don't want you to feel any pressure but your brother did good there and I know how badly you want to be as good... but-" Her mother got cut off by Wilma ending her sentence.

"But what Mom, you think I won't make it, that I will not be good enough, guess what fuck-" Now it was Wilmas time to be cut off.

"Don't you dare end that sentence Wilma" Not wanting to talk to her mother any more she pressed the end button and let out a quiet sob.

Soon enough the lesson started again and Wilma could keep her mind off her mother for a while and might even forget her for some time and the conversation she had with her. Why couldn't she be a supportive mother that pepped her to do stuff? Why so mean.

After her professor had his speech all the students started their work on their computer's. The class had gotten an assignment that they had to work with. It was that you were supposed to focus on one of the big brands, Ikea, Amazon or another brand that had taken the world by storm. This would be the first assignment for the year and would be a project that they were supposed to be working on for the lesson and for those that needed more time they would work outside of school.

When Wilmas professor then announced that the lesson had ended, Wilma was pretty much done, well she had some last touches to do, such as fix some gramatics or wrong spellings. Packing her things she decided that she could fix those at her new found cafe. Walking out of the school she breathed in the afternoon air and started her walk towards her destination. The walk from school to the cafe is much shorter than from her apartment to the cafe with almost half an hour. Looking around the street when she walked she thought of the fact that she never was in this part of brooklyn.