The Secretary

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Emily

Beep...beep...beep...!!!

I groaned as i reach for my annoying alarm clock. My body felt sore from my late work last night then study hard after routine. "God, i hate Mondays!" I muttered as i sleepily enter my small bathroom. I took a quick shower then blow dry my auburn, almost blonde hair. It took me a while to come up with what to wear since i always hid my features with my hoodies. I then decided to just go with it since it's chilly outside. I put on my lacy brassiere with a matching thong. I slip on my favorite faded skinny stretchable jeans that fits me comfortably. Then i decided on a black fitted tshirt then top it with a black hoodie that has a huge white question mark in front of it. I look at the mirror and felt satisfied with my OOTD. I glanced at my wall clock, suddenly my eyes were wide at the time. I cursed as i put on my sneakers, grab my bag and put on my purple wide rimmed eyeglasses. I bit my key as i put my hair up on a messy bun. I hurried outside then lock my apartment door as quick as i could possibly do.

I opened and hopped on my volks. Yeah, i own a very outdated beetle Volkswagen. Though it's really old, it still functions well and it still works for me. I had save up almost 30% of my income just to purchase it from a friend. Most of my money were almost depleted due to my college and personal needs though i was granted with full scholarship, i still have a lot of expenses. And for years, I've been yearning for all my hard work to be paid off very well. And finally I'm gonna finish my Business Administration course in three days time. I'll have that piece of paper people brag about, a degree. A certificate.

I reached the parking in no time and flawlessly pulled off at my spot. It did stand out since most of the cars parked in here are flashy and up to date. But I don't give a damn about it. I'm just here for school.

I rushed to the swarm of students around to get to my locker. Thank God I reached it without a scratch. I immediately unlock my locker, grab my books then closed it shut. Some of the students looked at me differently coz I'm not that sociable, thanks to my past. I'm always quiet, timid, discreet. I don't invest too much attention to anyone around me unless it's necessary. And since I don't need anyone knowing what i do for a living. I don't mingle with other groups and preferred being alone.

As i strode my way to my class, a tall blonde guy, whose name is Gerry, which i know a certified womanizer, a man whore some says. And i pretty much assumed based on how he carry himself and from seeing him making out from one girl to another. He tried to approach me but i gave him a cold deadly glare which made him stop on his tracks right away. So much for distractions, i move on to walk over to my destination. I grab the knob then open the door to my English Lit. Students are scattered all over the room as I entered. Some making out, some settled, some making gossips about others. I picked the chair in the middle row, close to the stairs so i can easily took off later after class. My butt almost touchdown the chair when Professor Bitch burst in calling me to attention. Yeah! I call her that. Rebecca "Bitch" Smith, the itchy, bitchy one. She's a short, brunette, with all but her slutty fashion sense (plunging neckline and skimpy skirts that's ready to burst when she moves). She looks like an old maid but she seems to be only at her late 30's. She always challenge me to an argument regarding the subject. But I'm glad English Lit is my soft sweet spot so when she tried to corner me with something she thought I wasn't aware of, i attack her with bold knowledge, a hint of sarcasm which always makes her more intimidated with me. My thoughts were cut off when her nagging voice boomed around the room.

"Ms. Wilson! Please proceed to the Dean's office, NOW!" The octave of her voice is deafining to my ears. Annoyed, I grab my stuff since I was too lazy to converse with her to know why i was summoned there. Eyes were on me as i drag myself towards the front then smirked teasingly at Ms Bitch as i let myself out of the room slamming the door behind me.