From My Heart To Yours

Chapter 2

Determined to make it to her biology class on time, Evangeline found herself racing through the university's hallways. Her heart pounded as she dashed through the corridors, and her breath became laboured. Her footsteps rang through the empty corridors as she hurriedly attempted to reach the lecture classroom.

Finally, she arrived and surged into the class, only to stumble and fall in front of her biology lecturer, Lecturer Leighton. He regarded her with dismay and tension, furrowing his brow and staring through his round glasses. 

"Wait a moment, Professor Leighton," she screamed, struggling to gather her breath. She paused to collect herself before saying, "I'm sorry, Professor Leighton. It took me ten minutes to get to the campus, and it is pouring rain outside."

Professor Leighton sighed, recognizing the difficulties she confronted. He nodded, accepting her explanation. "Very well, Miss Hawthorne," he murmured, his tone softening. "I accept your apologies. Go take a seat."

He pointed to an empty chair in the lecture hall and motioned for Evangeline to take her seat among her classmates. She made her way to the allotted seat, feeling a mix of relief and guilt, keen to fully immerse herself in the lecture and make the most of the brief time available.

As Evangeline took her seat in the lecture hall, her look reflected her hasty passage through the university. Her attire, despite being somewhat unkempt from her race, represented her comfortable and sophisticated style. She donned comfortably white stockings and a black chequered skirt that embraced her form, rounded off with a pair of loose-fitting grey sweaters that kept her warm throughout the wet day. The sweater included a subtle print featuring tiny white polka-dotted dots, which added a witty edge to her look.

Her rain-soaked hair flowed loosely around her shoulders. The strands glistened beneath the lecture hall's artificial lighting, giving her a slightly ethereal aspect. Regardless of the dampness, her chestnut brown hair retained its natural lustre and silkiness, framing her face and accentuating her distinctive features.

As she reached her seat, Evangeline's speech was a mix of determination and endurance. She stayed composed, avoiding being impacted by her classmates' resentful declarations and amusement. Her eyes, which were hazel-coloured and rimmed by thick and fluttery lashes, portrayed boldness and vigilance. The apples of her cheeks were mildly tinted from her physical activity, incorporating youthful vigour into her entire countenance.

Avoiding the unflattering comments and jokes around her, Evangeline nestled her satchel beside her seat, paying caution not to disrupt the immaculate placement of her material possessions. She drilled through her bag and pulled out a refined black ballpoint pen and a pristine notebook. The University of Edinburgh emblem was prominently displayed on the front of the notebook, reflecting her academic achievement and cooperation with the renowned university.

The notebook was an apparent indication of Evangeline's devotion to the pursuit of knowledge. Its pages were filled with appropriately composed notes, visuals, and insights from previous lectures. The pages' edges were slightly ragged from frequent usage, revealing the endless hours she had invested in preparing for her education.

Evangeline was ready to immerse herself in the lecture, her pen poised above the empty page of her notepad, unaffected by the interpreting looks and hushed remarks. She had the desire to establish her value and thrive in academia, and her actions spoke louder than any unwarranted criticism.

As Professor Leighton addressed the students, his authoritative and enthusiastic tone dominated the lecture hall. He urged them to pull out their educational materials and turn to page 120, referring to the first page of a new chapter.

As he took up a piece of chalk, the room grew serious with a sense of anticipation. Following deliberate motions, he started to write the topic's name in scribbled characters on the chalkboard. The white chalk glided smoothly across the entire surface, developing an array of delicate, swirling structures.