Ghostories: Journal [Been ON HOLD]

Entry #15

It's been a week and my cold has finally died down, but the dry coughing still is stuck to me like glue. I really hate that about my colds. They always get better, ridding themselves of the sniffles, but the coughing just does not want to go away. Like it wants to live with me forever. But I really don't want that, at all. to hell with that. Constant coughing calls for lots of water and interruptions mid-lecture. No matter how much I stifle them, they echo in the lecture halls. And draw some attention. And its freaking awkward.

The chemistry class today was only lecture. For some reason, that was not specified, the lab was cancelled. We were all baffled. There was no email notification or anything. We all trooped up to the third floor of the science building to the front of the class, only to discover a pink notice pasted on the door with the words "Class Cancelled" upon it. It was both disappointing and relieving. I decided to grab a cup of coffee (as usual) to soothe my throat of coughing.

When I got to the Starbucks and ordered a "recommended" skinny vanilla latte, the shop was mysteriously empty, save for one staff member and myself. I asked but the sleepy looking guy at the register just shrugged and shook his head. Maybe, while he was napping on his feet, everyone ran for it and went who knows where. I sat and sipped my latte, which was surprisingly delicious. When I glanced out the window, I saw Mr. Sand stroll by, then disappear into the trees on the left side of the window. The shadows seemed to follow him and tug at his maroon sweatshirt. Something compelled me to jump to my feet and race out of the Student Center and into the trees, but by the time I got there, he was gone.

Just now, I heard from Mel that there had be some sort of miniature rally for something that wasn't clear to either of us, but to which Mel went to, just because. Maybe that's why the coffee shop was empty. But then, where was Mr. Sand going? Not that I was interested or anything... is what I want to say, but it interests me anyway. I totally sound like a stalker now. And I swear that rock morphed today. When I took it out of my pocket earlier to change into my pajamas, it was shaped like a tear drop. And before, it was not. It was round and smooth. But, enough of this baffling stuff. I think I'm just tired.

Signing off,

Naomi