The gentle red beep of my alarm went off.
The sun ray from my blinds came in and spread across on the rooms surface. I woke up on a Tuesday morning like any other Tuesday, or you could also suppose an usual weekday.
It was my fourth week of University, and I still felt like I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I took a deep breath before getting up and departing from the snug feeling on my bed, I couldn't indulge the sun light anymore.
I woke up early enough to take a shower, write some daily notes, have breakfast, re check my bag and study some of my upcoming tests.
Although I was new, I was serious and tried to get all the tests I had missed balanced. I'm aware this would be a pressure, but I can't resist. It's a shame I suddenly joined mid term, unfortunately I didn't have a choice because my previous academy thought it'd be "nice" to take action with expulsion because of my absence.
Because of all that chaos, I've ended up in New York with my parents.
Of course, I was scolded for endless hours, whereas they know it's their fault why they took me on a two-month vacation in the middle of a course without a proper form.
I heard a call for my name through the enclosures of my house.
I quickly tugged my bag from my desk and made my way downstairs. I followed to the door and shut it, approaching my car and taking a seat inside. Something was bothering me. I felt like I was failing to recall something,
perhaps something which is near, and I'm enthusiastic about.
Yet I can't remember. Something was running inside me though. Something which thrilled me.
As always I felt worn out, I was just good at concealing it. I didn't quite like New York in general. Despite the education and housing, everything was torture. I'm not the type of person to judge, but the people here are nothing like in China. The students are completely zoned out from studies. It shocked me how hyper everyone here was.
"Your destination, prince." I flinched a bit because of the sharp voice. I shut the book I normally keep in the car I read for waiting or when I'm stuck in traffic. I nodded and pulled the car handle and got off, taking a moment to stare at the academy before entering and ruining my mood.
I shut the car door and trudged myself inside, trying to avoid contact with anyone in the crowd. First period was Chemistry. A great day to view explosions of halfwit monkeys play around with chemicals.
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Walking into the lab felt like stepping foot into a different world. The bright lights and cold tinted lights, glistening glassware, and the glimmering noise of machinery created an outstanding atmosphere. The distinct smell of chemical reagents filled the air, even if the reactions were not meant, the scents were soothing.
There were two groups. Each group got to work on different topics individually. I continued doing my work listening to complete idiots holler and panic because of their lack in focus. The yelling started to get unsettling, and I completed the task. They were the main reason the subtle environment of the lab was getting distorted, and only a few people who were good at studies or at least were cooperative in the classes managed to do the job properly.
Still, it concerned me how a subject like Chemistry wasn't paid enough attention to. I'd expect even a doltish student to enjoy and do good in this.
Almost half the class time went with them fixing the mess. I was just looking around the place confused and unbothered, not knowing what to do. There was an acrid smell and it kept on bugging me.
The place was messy, messy enough for someone with OCD to throw a tantrum. The professor was struggling to handle all the chaos at once.
"Excuse me, do you perhaps have a tissue?" I flinched and turned to the voice due to interruption. I looked down back at the persons lab bench. Her chemical reaction was different than the others.
Not that it means she completed it properly, she also messed up badly. I looked at the corner of my eye seeing some tissue rolls, I ripped one of the tissues and handed it to her, uninterested in talking anymore, I turned back to the situation.
"What's your name? Which year are you in?" I raised my eyebrow at the question, and cleared my throat.
"Right, I'm Skylar, from year ten." I replied in an awkward manner. "Bingo, I'm from year ten as well." Her voice and tone had much energy than mine. She was actually interested, and I was being a complete jerk. She broke the silence again while wiping her hands. "You're new, right?"
"I wouldn't say new, it's been nearly a month."
"I'm Mikazuki, nice to meet you." She came a bit closer holding her hand up for a handshake with a wide smile. Additionally, her pen exploded, I didn't think it'd be a good idea to shake hands with her for that.
I sighed in consideration. "Go wash hands first."
She turned her face to the situation too, in no interest to wash her hands. "Nah, it'll stain anyway." I looked at her from the corner of my eye just examining her stubborn behavior.
She noticed and gave a sarcastic grin putting both her thumbs up. I ignored her and continued to observe the chaos. "Mind writing me the reactions? I was gone for three weeks."
"Three weeks?" I was generally surprised. I didn't know you can be absent for such days straight. "Just do it."
Even though she seemed like the person to get notes, but not read them, at the end I convinced myself to do it anyway.
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I stared at the lab door from where the others left with. I was tossing some keys which went to the chemistry lab. I thought of doing the other experiment as well, since I had two free periods after this. Mikazuki waved to me before leaving.
"Skylar, perhaps you can take care of yourself once in a while." The professor called out to me before leaving as well. She appreciated my effort, but in the same time felt concerned.
"I'll stop when I feel like it's enough." I replied in no sign of listening to her. "You're sharp. Have fun, lock the door before leaving." She smiled approaching the lab door.
I stopped leaning on the lab bench, and stood straight turning to the door before she left. "I will." I didn't get a respond and she left with her equipment shutting the door behind her. I looked over my shoulder at the empty lab benches.
"Pesky brit." I said to myself before working with some chemicals.
a/n: hi bffs
word count; 1193 and this is my 19th book and 1st book being published, my grammar is super good to make sure to compliment that//j anyway tell me if i made any typos or if theres anything i can do to improve or smth youd like to be added to the story,
peace - sodo
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Horror(some scenes are based of true events) Skylar led a solitary and empty life, despite always being successful in anything he did. That was, until he stepped foot in the lecture hall for the first time, where he finally encountered the subject that fi...
