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SAYA ──────────── ' prefix: uni '
— UNIVERSITY WAS a bitch, especially for someone with Saya's luck. She had no idea what had possessed her to willingly take a philosophy class that had absolutely nothing to do with her major, but either way, she was cursing herself out for it now.
Researching a famous philosopher with a group of individuals that dumped all of the work on her without a sliver of remorse was the last way she wanted to spend her Friday night, but this was Saya after all, she should've expected this.
For the past three-ish years, Saya's track record when it came to luck was far from envious. From the moment she entered senior year, it seemed as though the universe and God alike had teamed up to perpetrate their personal vendettas against the girl.
Since then, poor luck followed Saya like her shadow on a sunny July afternoon. She missed the bus almost everyday, spontaneously contracted sicknesses right before every single vacation and holiday, and was never properly equipped for any situation—ever.
Saya had learned to accept that, though. She dealt with never having an umbrella when it rained, she endured all the hospital visits, and quickly grew fond of the newly unpremeditated nature of her life. Saya could not stop tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, but she continued to walk.
And 5 months into her new life in South Korea, at the university that offered her a fresh start, it was clear that her absence of luck had no plans of disappearing any time soon.
While Haeun, Saya's assigned roommate at her new university (and first friend in the country) sat across from her, completing her portion of a group project that everyone agreed to work on equally, Saya scratched at the yellow paint of her pencil and internally screamed at her remiss group members.
She let her head slam onto the table below them, scaring Haeun in the process. Saya just needed to write 200 more words, but the tips of her fingers were calloused and she could barely close her cramping hands from how long she'd been typing for.
The third person at the table pushed a bottled coffee over to the disgruntled girl. She mumbled out a 'thank you' before downing the beverage, her two friends watching in awe (or disgust, more likely) as the bottle was emptied in a mere ten seconds.
Saya placed the empty container gently on the table, making sure the glass bottle was far away from her before slamming her head down once again. She lifted her head up a few centimetres, then let it forcefully fall again, and again, and again—
"I should've stayed in Busan," Lim Haeun mumbled, her head held in her hands as the sound of Saya smashing her head against the wooden desk flooded the otherwise quiet library. No one looked over at them in concern or annoyance, though— with summative assignments and midterms rounding the corner, they too wanted to smash their heads until their brains were mush.
