FML - the College Phase

Chapter 3

"We should hurry to the auditorium", I mumur trying hard to mask the horror.

"Oh yay" jumping up & down with glee and clapping her hands just like a 5-year-old.

"I hope there are many boys here, it'll be cherry over the cake or.... me ", she says giving me a devious wink, bitting her lip & looking all dreamy.

Did she just say that? GOD, she's so blunt & she hardly met me.

The 10 minutes walk felt like a never ending journey. She just talked & talked . . & talked.

The auditorium was humungous & crowded with students, parents & teachers, chit-chattering.We took our seat nearest to the stage. The Orientation started almost immediately.

There were about 7 V.I.P's, most of them 50 plus, on stage in their finest attires. All of them in suits in combinations of brown and gray. The backdrop covered in posters & LED lightings.

The Dean, Dr. Dickson, gave us an inspiring speech. Followed by the Head Master, Dr. Garner, familiarising us to the rules & regulations, introducing us to the teaching staff, the subjects, infrastructure, upcoming events & what they expect of us.

"Here at St. Andrew's University of Arts & Fine Arts, London, you are expected to prove yourselves worthy if you want to continue being a part of our program. By the end of the semester i.e the Autumn Term, out of 100 students in each class, only 80 will remain back", the Principal says giving the crowd a no nonsensical look.

Everyone in the audience were shocked. I heard gasps, swears, groans and retaliations. There was so much of chaos. He continued after the noise dies.

"Each one of you will be graded on the basis of acedemics & extra-curriculums. Help will be provided to students. You need just ask. All the very best student. Hope you have a wonderful year. Good day." He gives a genuine smile & walk off stage followed by the others.

But no one claps. Most of us glued to our seats. Trying to process every single detail.

"Gwen, are you alright ?" Kiara sits next to me, taking my now icy cold hands into hers, her face etched with concern. " I'm starving. Can we grab something from the cafeteria. Later, we have to collect our books."

How long have we been here ?

"You're right. We should . . umm . . . . yeah," I reply petrified.

We walk in silence, making our way to the cafeteria.

What if we don't make it? Damn.

Great. Now Ms. Stone decides to shut her mouth? I look at her & I see she's smiling & blinking rapidly. Making some hand gestures I fail to understand for a guy at a table.

Is this girl for real? Isn't she a wee bit scared?

As the guy approaches us, her grin kept getting wider.

Oh I see how this is going to end.

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It's been two hours since Ms. Kiara's 2-minute-lunch-date with Mr. Nasty, Trevor Gibson. He asked her out & they only know each others name. But Kiara was just not satisfied. She had to drag me into this, subjecting me to this ordeal.

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"Kiara, baby, would you like to join me for a drink at Hard Rock Café, say 7 pm, tomorrow. Y'know get to know each other," Tervor said while invading her personal space. He eyeing her entire body & gives her a lopsided smile.