Perfect Imperfections (n.h a.u)

Chapter 2

>>Break these clocks,forget about time.<<

2 tubes, 1 cappuccino and 1 muffin later I arrived at campus 20 minutes before re-reregistration could take place. I walked down the halls of the main building towards the office where I would get my schedule for this year. Two semesters, 4 breaks and 1 year of hard core work. I saw myself as a hard working person but like any other person I did get lazy and lethargic. It is only normal for it to happen to everyone. I'm not superwoman, no matter how many times my mother told me I was when I was little. I knew everyone had limits and mine maybe had a longer resistance than a normal person but when that resistance breaks, I'm completely broken. It happened in 11th grade, where I exerted so much pressure on myself to get the marks I had to obtain to try and get a scholarship for University. It all counted on my 11th grade results so I pushed myself extra hard and I ended up breaking down, getting so sick I was in hospital for a week but yet that didn't stop me from working. I arranged with my friends to bring me work whilst I was sat in a hospital bed for a week and when my mother found out, to say she was pissed was an understatement. She loved to see me working but the fact that work got me where I was at that time was upsetting to her.

But back to where I was, standing in the line in the office waiting,along with the very few people who wanted to get their schedules for the year, scrolling through the endless "Good Luck" texts from my mom. She was always caring. I loved my mom. We had a good relationship, not one where I'd tell her the things I tell my friends, but good nonetheless. I drafted out a quick reply before hitting send just as I made it to the front desk.

"Aria Monroe" The lady behind the desk smiled as I gave her my name. She typed my name into the computer she was sat in front of, her fingers clicking every second driving my slowly insane. I heard the printer go off and soon the lady, whose name I read as "Martha" on her name tag, handed me my schedule and shooed my out of the office. I read down the page skimming through all the lecturers I have. Literature. Literature. And more Literature. Oh and then there's The History Of English. My life. All of my classes involve learning about Literature from different periods of time. As much as I love this, it does get a bit annoying, to be quite honest.

I was walking, reading my schedule when I walked into something. Well someone.

"Sorry," I mumbled, not peeling my eyes off the page in front of me.

"Its okay." I heard a rough yet soft voice reply. I furrowed my eyebrows as I noticed a slight error with my classes. There was a literature class that I had done already last semester. This was odd. I made my way back to the office, and back into the line. "Excuse me, but I think there's been a mistake. I took this class last semester? I cannot do it again." I stated as I looked up at Martha. This one specific class, was torture. Never got the marks I wanted, always wrote essays on every second weekend. Torture.

"I'm sorry, Aria," Martha said. " But on the computer it said you have to take the class with a group of other learners because you did not achieve the appropriate marks at the end of last semester, so you need to retake the class to boost up your marks in order to keep up with next semesters work. It was stated on the forms that were emailed to you 3 weeks ago."

Well 3 weeks ago, I was sun tanning on the beach in Los Angeles. I had spent 2 weeks in L.A with my mother for the Summer break. And the 2 and a half months before that I spent here, in London, catching up on my sleep and episodes of my favourite T.V shows.

"I understand. Thank you" and yet again, I walked out of the office and down the corridors, out to the front lawns.

I sat down at the bench, taking out my notebook and slipping in my schedule when I heard loud squeals coming to my direction. As I looked up I saw my best friend, Maya. Maya Fields. My one and only best friend since I moved to London. We have most of our classes together, only she's also majoring in Drama. So literature and drama. She's very diverse. Long, brown curly hair. Big, brown eyes. Olive skin.