19 year old Yolanda Khan is lucky to be going into her 2nd year of the college she's dreamed of: Princeton University with her twin sister. After she gets a spot in her Zoology class, Yolanda is determined and would do anything to keep her spot and...
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Professor Ryan calls each row to grab a donut after 2 kids help him pull out a table to set the boxes on. My sweet tooth is pounding with the need of carbs and sugar since Ava ate most of the snickerdoodle ones I bought, and gave the rest to her friends. She's a great sister and all, but hogging the food is where I draw the line, and sometimes we barely have enough ourself to get by.
Our row is last, with just the 2 of us since the professor started from the back; thanks to Douglas. I tap my foot impatiently, listening to the chewing noises he's making with a piece of gum. He must have to know that it's one of my biggest pet peeves and is probably doing it to get on my last nerve. Why can't people learn to chew properly?
Once everyone has their donuts, the Professor calls us over. I'm the first to stand up but for some reason Douglas gets ahead of me with his long legs.
He shakes his head, eyeing Douglas because of how impatient he storms in front of me. If I were him and it was my birthday, he definitely wouldn't be receiving a donut. Ilet him go first because of the nice person I am, but once he grabs one and leaves after lingering, there isn't anymore strawberry, glazed or sprinkled. None. Chocolate is the only one that's left and I'm allergic to it which he also must know, because what the heck.
I stand there, staring at the empty boxes when the Professor notices. "There isn't anymore? I knew I should've got the 6 for $60." He sighs as he goes back into the back room and a few minutes later when I'm sitting down, he walks up to me, holding a blue dum dum candy and a smile.
"I'm sorry," he says. "Promise I'll make it up to you and give you an A on your lowest grade?" Saying no or whining will make me seem ungrateful, so I just nod and take the dum dum. I laugh a little. "Blue is my favorite color anyways." When he walks away back to his desk, I see from the corner of my eye, Douglas takes out his piece of gum and sticks it under the desk.
I look at him, slightly making a sour face. "The trash is literally right there." Not even 3 feet away from him and he's too lazy to throw it away. He glances at the bin, back at me, and shrugs before taking the biggest bite out of the glazed donut. The one I wanted. I roll my eyes and unwrap my candy after looking at him for too long. I....I mean we, have a project to do.
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I stab my straw in my foam cup and take a long sip of green juice. My mom made me drink it all the time and I absolutely hated it. It used to make me want to throw up because mixed up veggies was not my thing. She first made me try it when I hit my teen years and was getting acne like crazy. 'It'll help with your skin and detox the body,' she would say. Now me and Ava drink cups of it all the time because she was right. It really does help.
Work has been kicking my butt. For some reason since it's game night, people want to stop by the arcade and hangout before they play. Most just walk in and talk by the door, waiting for friends or trying to get drunk before the game. But when Ava mentioned the fact that my boss may give me a bonus, I immediately stopped complaining. I need my nails done and the beauty salon is calling my name.
