Mad Love (I'm Anti-romantic) Book 3

New friend

"Undergraduate students accepted to Catholic University are matriculated into the Conway School of Nursing." Mrs Olaf explained as she walked through the aisle. "Following successes in several academic reviews, they will then graduate into the upper levels of the Bachelor of Science in Nursing program."

Wait, does this means we aren't in the nursing school yet?

I thought nursing was what I volunteered.

Mrs Olaf stopped beside my desk. I looked up at her, she smile down at me. "Do you have any questions, sweetheart?"

Of course I do but not ready to ask right now. There are fifty people who will throw more mocks on me if they find out bout the real me.

I shook my head.

"Okay," Mrs Olaf nodded and continued explaining whilst walking down the aisle.

**

It's obvious first period of the day is over and I didn't wanted it to finish.

Mrs Olaf's class is really interesting.

Now, we're on a five minutes break before the next professor comes in.

The class is a little bit noisy with all the students interacting and laughing loudly. Some are busy with their phones. Chatting and Disturbing my little peace with notification sounds.

I took a deep breath. Nobody wants to talk to me or be with me. I believe each one of them already had a talk-mate before now.

My earphones!

Damn me!

That could have be the only friend to keep me company right now and I left it at home. Alongside with my phone.

Well, battery shut down.

My phone died this morning and I had to power it before leaving.

I guess it must be waiting to be unplugged after a long while of being abandoned by me.

The only thing left in my backpack right now, is my drawing book.

I'm pretty good at drawing diagrams and labelling them off-head.

NB: only diagrams from biology textbooks.

It has been one of my fav subjects since highschool. Infact, it motivated me to buckle up for health courses. And here I am. A nurse in the making.

I placed my writing kit on the table like I'm in kindergarten class. I overheard a random girl mocked at me with one chuckle, and then, she whispered something to the other girls next to her and they merry in laughter.

What is it?

Is my writing kit too old?

I don't think so.

Aunt Jin-joo got them for me a day before I left L.A.

These are sure too expensive and you guys can't afford it. I wrote on my drawing book and showed it right in their faces.

Next time, stay at your limits. Girls.

I was expecting them to stay shut from the insult but instead, they burst into a deadly laughter.

Wiping the tears off her eyes, one of them pointed her polished nails at me. I believe that's the same b*tch I saw earlier who could share with me a seat. "She doesn't have a tongue."

Who? Me?

This girl is stepping more toes into my yard. I wish I could break her head but I don't have the strength to.