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9. Orientation

Its 8.30am the next day. The first day of class.

Airah is still asleep in her dorm room. Bapsae by BTS kept playing on her phone. Her morning alarm did no use today in waking her. Her room mate who had no morning class grumbled as she dragged herself from her side of the room to Airah's alarm.

 "Kim Airah! We are  LATE" shouted Mikasa as she shook Airah' shoulders.

"What.." asked Airah. She sat up tying her messing hair.

"WE ARE LATE"

"OHHH SHIT!" blurted Airah. She got up and rushed towards the bathroom with her toiletries

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When Airah and Mikasa left the dorm it was 8.55am. 

It was her first official day at college and she wanted to dress neat. She choose a white t-shit, and black cargo pants. She put her hair down.

To be late on the very first day was to create a bad impression of yourself. Being late also meant all the eyes will turn to you when you enter the class. She wanted to avoid both.

Once she passed the campus gate Airah started to jog. "I can reach on time", she said to herself.

Airah was a literature major. Her first class was on Block C which faced the open air basketball court. She stopped in front of a building that read 'Arts and Humanities' written in gigantic letters above the main entrance. She ran up the stairs to the first floor and walked to her class.

She was gasping for breath as she reached the entrance of her class.

"these are your roll numbers", Airah heard the voice of the professor. They had met on the admission day.

"OH DAMN. I AM LATE" Airah screamed internally.

She could not turn back. The professor noticed her standing at the door. He gestured her to come in. She was relieved he did not ask her name.

Her class had gallery style seating and and since the view from every seat was excellent everyone payed attention to this girl who came in late on the first day. Anxiety grew. She could feel the stares. She felt conscious of her every move. She made her way up to the last row of the gallery as the front seats were occupied. Airah always preferred the front seats. It somehow eased her anxiety as she did not have to raise her voice while responding. But today she had no choice.

The last row had 6 students occupying the 8 seats spread out. Airah sat on the seat second from the aisle.

"What is your name", Airah saw that it was directed to her. It was her professor.

"its Kim Airah", she said in her sweet voice. The student next to her whispered "Say it louder, Mr Benjamin needs it loud and clear"

" Um what" Airah asked her seatmate. But before her friend could repeat the Professor had resumed.

"Sorry come again" beamed the professors loud voice

"KIM A-i-r-a-h". Airah grew conscious. Why did her name sound weird.

All the heads turned to look at her

The professor scanned the list he held in his hand, "KIM AIRAH, you are 24-27-07 note that down pls.....Okay, Now where was I."

Of course she did not write that down. She was only processing it. She wanted to ask him to repeat it but Mr Benji has moved on. She would have to inquire about it in the staffroom.

The red haired girl who sat next to her had boho chic dress and looked liked some mythical goddess. Her lips had a smooth red tint and her red hair fell down her her perfectly round bosom.