Mistaken Attractions

01| Mistaken

ELISA

I have always been the 'only studies' girl. Which doesn't necessarily bother me, not anymore at least.

It's almost like a book has been glued to my hands whenever I go. All these years I committed myself into focusing on my studies and success only that.

Why? Well... it actually began with my parents dreams.  I'm responsible for the dreams and goals they didn't reach.

I had so many reasons to give up at the beginning. Stress, mental health, my actual dreams, my own goals, my own happiness.

But if I quit, mom and dad will be disappointed..

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I was walking to my morning class which is Constitutional Law. Everyday I wake up with regret that 21 year old me decided to select 8:30 am classes.

As my regretful thoughts were still running in my head, I heard a familiar voice shouting my name from afar.

"ELISA!"

I turn around to face the owner of that voice, until my eyes met the most beautiful and nice girl I have ever met in my life. My best friend, Katrin.

I greeted her with a soft smile on my face as she approached me. Always with the little cute run she always does when she wants to catch up.

"Girl I missed you!"

Katrin hugs me tightly, like she didn't just me yesterday or every other day.

"We are literally neighbours Katrin."

"So? As my best friend, every time I meet you I will make a dramatic reunion."

I stared at her blankly for a few seconds as I tried to find a reply to her words. I love this girl, I probably love her more then I love myself. But sometimes she just makes me question myself 'how did we even become friends?'.

"It's too early in the morning, for this right now."

I turn around facing the direction of my classroom, and continuing my way inside.

"Always so grumpy in the mornings"

I'd sworn I heard Katrin mumble something to herself. Probably saying something to describe how grumpy I am in the mornings.

I mean who wouldn't be, when they have morning classes to attend, right?

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As I enter the door, my eyes begin to scan the room for empty seats. Bingo I found the perfect spot, at the back of the classroom towards the window.

Yes I know, don't the good students try to sit in the front of the classroom?

Well...

Nope, not at all.

I place down my backpack taking out all of my supplies that will be needed. Pen? Check. Laptop? Check. Notebook? Check. Books? Check. Tabs? Check.