"You said you love me. Beg for it then. Beg for my love. Show me, Prove it again and again until I say yes"....
A girl Beatrix who talk less and don't show her emotions to anyone. She runs away from love so that she can't get hurt after experiencing...
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Beatrix :
Finally, I'm here..
My MBA journey begins today, and I'm standing in front of my college. I just took a picture of the university and posted it on my status. I'm alone, without any friends since my one and only friend is not doing an MBA-they're off on a different path, but we're living together here in this city. It's my first time away from home, and I'm feeling a mix of emotions that I can't quite pinpoint. Is it fear or excitement? Either way, here's to new beginnings!
I strolled through the main gate, soaking in the scenery. I got to college a bit early-usually, I'm late, but I didn't want to miss anything on my first day. It's summertime, and the heat is starting to kick in. After a bit of walking, I made my way to the classroom, but there weren't many students there yet. I found a bench and sat down, getting lost in my thoughts.
Lost in my thoughts, I was creating my own little world when a loud voice pulled me back to reality. A group of students walked through the door, chatting and laughing. I watched them closely analyzing them. As they settled in, I noticed they were gathering around one person in particular. I couldn't get a good look at the person because of the crowd. The classroom soon buzzed with noise and laughter, filling the space.
I figured I should try to make some friends, so I looked around for someone who was alone like me. I don't talk much, but it's not that I'm shy; I just don't feel the need to engage unless there's a reason. Then I noticed a girl sitting by herself in the corner, looking a bit nervous. I approached her.
"Can I sit here?" I asked with a gentle smile.
"Yeah..." she replied quietly.
"I'm Beatrix. What's your name?"
"I'm Annie," she said.
"Nice to meet you, Annie! Do you have any friends here?" I asked, curious since it seemed like everyone else came in groups. She glanced over at the crowd.
"Yes, I have one. She's over there." She pointed to a girl with long hair in a short skirt and crop top, laughing with a group. She looks attractive.
As I watch, the girl turns and notices us. "Oh, you've found a friend, Annie! That's great," she said with a laugh. "I'm going to sit by Ethan now. Bye, Annie!" With that, she grabbed her backpack and made her way to a boy with black hair in a blue short-sleeve shirt. He looks charming and is clearly - Mr. popular guy, surrounded by admirers and girls.
Now that I looked closely, I realized Annie and her friend were quite different. Annie seemed shy and understated, dressed simply, while her friend exuded confidence. The way her friend spoke to her felt a bit surface-level, as if their friendship didn't run very deep.
Who am I to judge, anyway? I just need a friend it doesn't matter to me.
"So, Annie, let's be friends!" I said, offering my hand for a handshake.
She took a moment, then smiled and replied, "Okay," as she shook my hand.
After few months
My college journey is going well, but unfortunately, I'm short on money. My family only provides for my college expenses and a little pocket money, and I don't want to burden them with asking for more. It's not like we have a lot to spare anyway. I come from a middle-class family, and despite that, my parents are doing their best to support my education and let me pursue my dreams. My father is a good father, and I respect him as a daughter. However, as a woman, I struggle with how he is as a husband. He may be a good father, but he's not a good husband.
So here I am, standing in front of the convenience store where I applied for a part-time position three days ago. They hired me, and today is my first day on the job. I'll be working here after college. They explained what I need to do, and for today, they've assigned me to the counter. It's not a difficult job.
As my shift is about to end, the store door swings open. To my surprise, Mr. Popular from college walks in-alone. I always see him surrounded by people, so this is unexpected. He browses the shelves while I quietly watch, wondering if he even knows who I am. We never talk in college, so probably not.
He approaches the counter, placing snacks, juices, and home cleaning supplies in front of me. Home cleaning supplies? That's a bit funny. I quickly made him the bill after the payment I handed him the bag.
"Thanks," he says with a smile, and walks out.
Judging by his indifference, I'm guessing he doesn't recognize me. Same class, yet it's like I don't exist. Oh well, it's not a big deal.
