Sunken ||nh||

part 1

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You're supposed to be quiet. The nerve of some people. I roll my eyes and just growl internally. Silent Studies are cough, cough, SILENT.

Don't give in Cori. They only want to bug you. I continue working on my essay for my English Literature class. Pride and Prejudice could not have been any longer, but my professor wants to torment us and gave us a 5,000 word essay on the hidden themes. It's due at midnight and I just started it this morning. Maybe I should just marry rich.

A bright green blob appeared in the corner of my eye and that is when I feel it slide right across my hands on my keyboard onto the floor next to me. I pick it up with curious eyes and I notice some scribbles on the inside. I slowly opening up, cautious of what could lay on the creases of the aviation device.

"You look really cute today. Did you get haircut?(:"

A smiley face? I did just get my haircut last week though... I now have a stalker. I just needed to finish to finish my essay before I flunk out of college and have to start looking for efficient cardboard homes.

I finally just give into seeing who threw the plane. My skills at finding culprits are not Sherlock Holmes worthy. Nobody had bright green paper out on the tables they were inhabiting. That's when I see another green thing dash in the corner of my eye and stab me in the side of my face. This person literally threw the paper airplane at my face.

What in the literal hell. i rubbed my cheek from where it hit me. I looked at the airplane that had landed on the seat next to me and I just crumped it up. I'm not letting whoever is doing this win by distracting me from my work. This person has some nerve messing with me though.

-20 minutes and some serious tying later-

I really need to pee. omg. I wonder if I could just leave my stuff here. I doubt anybody would take my half-drank coffee, a copy of Pride and Prejudice, and my laptop. I just need to be really speedy bout the whole process. I look to both of my sides to see if anyone is really noticing. They are all probably college students who are trying to finish some ridiculous essay too. I make a run for the bathroom and dash through the shelves of the campus library and into the girl's room.

I get my business done and I'm praying that my stuff hasn't been taken. I'm running to the quiet study room and that is when my stomach dropped to my feet. I haven't even opened the door to the study room when I notice, little green airplanes cover my entire workspace. I brush off my chair and start looking through the pile. Compliments. About my essay, my hair, the outfit I'm wearing, how pretty I am with no makeup.

In the midst of what seemed like a never ending wave of cuteness, I open it up and drawn is a little Starbucks cup. I lift up my own cup to make sure it hasn't been tampered with, a bright yellow sticky note is on the side away from me.

Behind you. A little to the left.

I turn my head to the directions given and that is when I am greeted with a big smile and a tuft of blonde hair.