Midnight Blues

𝐗𝐕. Growing Pains

𝕴 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊... 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘...

          The bustle of chairs springing back into their unoccupied position filled the spacious lecture hall, as students rushed out of their seats. Their professor closed the large book of recommended text and went to the white board to erase the notes from class, before she turned around to gaze at the quickly moving bodies. Swiftly, she pointed with the eraser in her hand to alert her students of a late announcement.

"Don't forget to work on your papers. How does your personality type affect your day to day? This is based on the reading from last week! I will not be accepting late submissions!" As the students groaned at the professor's last reminder, Angel took her time stuffing her things into her Telfar Shopping bag. Sure she was happy that the lecture was over like her classmates, but she also didn't want to go back to her home just yet. But where else could she go?

The young woman dragged her feet all the way to the parking lot outside of the lecture hall, slothfully opening the passenger door of her car. As she placed her bag onto the seat like she had all the time in the world, a sigh passed by her lips. And once she was finally sitting in the driver's seat, she sat in utter silence, completely unsure of what was next. Even though there was no more confusion plaguing her life, from her awful choices in love, the peace that she had been wanting, needing, soon became a gnawing ache in her side.

Reluctantly, she started her car, and placed both hands on ten and two, free of any emotion. Angel pulled out of the lot smoothly, and was on her way down the road to the place she called home.

Stepping into the quiet space, the young woman yawned loudly, a certain exhaustion reaching her limbs from the monotony of her drive. She let her feet carry her to her living area, and plopped down onto her couch, tossing her bag to the side. A labored sigh pulled at her energy –or whatever was left– and she glanced beside her at the books and course materials she stuffed into her Telfar.

Angel reached a hand into the black leather, and pulled out her planner just to double check the work that she had done throughout the weekend. Doubling back for a pen, she sat up slightly and flipped to the new week she was starting as well as the checklist of assignments that were due. Going down the list of papers, assigned reading and small projects, Angel crossed off the work items she remembered finishing with her black ink pen. After all of last week's coursework was finished, and she had gained headway on future projects, there was nothing. Nothing to fill her time, or her mind.

The barrel of her writing utensil tapped against the edge of her planner as she double checked them all, and was left with just one: a writing assignment for her Astronomy course. With yet another sigh, she dug in her bag for the respective folder, and flipped it open to see an annotated half-draft of the report due later in the week. Her gaze lax in focus, she read through the several lines of handwriting.

This should've been an easy one. She recalled as she finished her proofread. The young woman couldn't understand why she just didn't type up the draft earlier, but she grabbed her Macbook Pro from it's bag within her Telfar and opened up the Google Docs app, prepared to finish the assignment. As she popped her AirPods into her ears, she picked her Heavy Rotation playlist from her Apple Music and zoned out.

Once she was done typing up the draft she had already written, making sure to include all of the little annotations of other points, she grabbed her textbook out of her bag. After flipping to the chapter she was reporting on, and reading a few lines, a yawn stretched her mouth wide, a gloss settling over her eyes. And then, she realized why she hadn't finished the assignment in the first place. She was bored.