Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 48

Eliza

You know that saying 'time flies by when you're having fun?'

Well, I don't think time gives a fuck if you're having fun or not, because it flies by regardless.

It's odd to think how I'm in my last year of Uni, so far away from five years ago, when I stood behind the counter in the Cafe, serving customers back in my home town.

Now I'm two hours away in London, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of crowds and people living their own busy lives. I love it, and thrive off of the busy nature of this city.

London has always been my dream place to go for Uni, and despite the skyrocketing expenses, I managed to make it and settle down so I can start living the life I'v always wanted.

Lily is also in London, luckily, studying medicine in preparation to become a Doctor, and Sarah is back in my home town, at their local Uni, studying teaching. Her parents wanted her close to home, so she didn't leave. But it means that whenever I visit home, I see her too.

I havn't spoken to Jonas for the longest. During year thirteen, I continued to tutor him as exams came closer and stress piled onto our heavy workload, and he showed up at prom for half an hour before leaving. It's weird how you go from friends, or whatever you call our relationship, to strangers with someone so quickly, and I miss it.

I miss him. His hair, his eyes, his laugh, his smile, everything. I had never felt those feelings I did when he was there, but now they have faded into a dull throb in the back of my heart. I havn't forgotten him, and everyday I wish to see him, but I guess we just took different paths and ended up in different destinations. I'm still proud of him though.

I walk down the high street, weaving my way through people rushing, making their way to work on a Monday morning.

I ended up getting a job at a Magazine. I'v always wanted to be an editor, and intend to make my way up there one day, but for the moment, I'm stuck with being the filing assistant for the editor. I mean, at least I'm close to the job, and can see everything behind the scenes and learn from my boss, and that's just a plus so I can be prepared for the role of editor, when I become one. InshaAllah.

If I veer from this dream, then I know I will get really unmotivated to do anything, and not put in any extra effort that will help me in the long run, so I have to stay positive on this.

I live in an apartment just five minutes from my Uni. It's a shared accommodation with this girl called Farrah. I was lucky to have a Muslim roomie, and we've both quickly become so close after the past few years.

I only have one lecture today, and then the weekend starts. Our exams have been going pretty well if I don't say so myself, and my last one is next week before I graduate. It's been really stressful, but my lecturers have been super helpful in providing me with the extra support I need and there have been group study sessions that have also helped boost my confidence.

I just can't wait till it's all over.

I make my way towards the tall skyscraper, the silver outlining reflecting the sun rays that spill across it. It's nearing summer now, so the sun has started to come out more and grace us with heat. London is cramped to say the least, so heat here is stuffy more than anywhere else because of all the crowds and people and car fumes.

I enter the grand building, smiling at the receptionist as I walk by. On my first day here, I was so nervous I spilt tea all over her desk. She didn't get pissed though, and since then, whenever I have a free minute, we catch up. She's around thirty five with dark brown hair and thick brimmed glasses. She makes her job look so fun, but I know it's anything but.