The Never Ending

Chapter 4 - Classes Begin

"Education is our passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to the people who prepare for it today. -- Malcolm X

Today is Monday. Not just any Monday, the first Monday which brings classes along with it. After my major mood swing at the Council Party, I had forced Kim to come back to the dorm with me. Oh and was that an excersise, it took forever to find her! I finally found her with her so called "the one" making out in the kitchen. She wouldn't stop going on and on about him on the whole ride back! It was horrendous but, I found out his name was Michael, a third year, a major flirt and as you know it, a player.

But, I had my bet on him charming Kim. In this world, charming was taken to a whole new level. This probably meant he had used a spell or mixed something in Kim's drink which made her head over heels for him. But, then again, it's Kim we're talking about. She goes on about guys like this all the time so, who knows? So I decided to stay quite and take the torture for a whole twenty minutes until we got back to the dorm. 

Almost all of Sunday I stayed in. Especially since all night I had trouble sleeping. All I thought about was this itch at the back of my mind. Like something was at the tip of your tongue yet, you didn't know what it was. Finally, after a two in the afternoon brunch, I found myself falling asleep on the couch while the T.V. had some cartoon marathon still going. 

I awoke around seven, and ordered some Chinese takeout. Since, I saw no point in going to the Dinning hall and eating at a table all by myself. I hadn't seen Lily all day so, I knew she was probably off doing who knows what with her new campus buddies. Infact, she had come in later than me on Saturday night. And as for Karin, she was loaded with work before classes even started. Kim, on the other hand, had gone out with Michael for a Sunday afternoon dinner.

So after my lonely Chinese takeout, I decided to take myself and my baby out for a drive around campus. After I drove up and down all the streets and passed by every single building of importance to me, I retired back to the dorm room and went to sleep around ten. 

"Run, run, run! You're not ready yet, my child. Run! I'm sorry about all this that you have to suffer through because of me but, just run. Leave! It's not safe. You aren't ready."

I tossed and turned all night as those words continuously ran through my head. After I couldn't take it anymore, I ran to the bathroom and had a warm, long shower. When I came out, I checked the clock and saw I had exactly twelve minutes to my first class. So even without a need for my alarm which consists of my head phones drumming out loud music, and to which I still, sometimes, can't wake up to, I'm late. 

Alright then, whatever. Well, time to take some extended measures then. "Closet, open." My closet which still had my bags packed in opened. "Outfit!" And out of my bags popped a green pair of short shorts and a striped black and white tube top which had one layer of ruffles at the top."Ah, whatever. it works." After I paired it with a pair of flats and a plain white cardign, I ran out the door. I had seven minutes to spare. I ran into my car and jammed in the keys and started driving. But, my hair was still soaked. "Blow-dry!"  And the car let out air like a blow drier machine does except from multiple spaces which left my hair dry and perfect in two minutes. After three more minutes, I had reached the classroom with exactly one minute to spare. Bingo!

I took the first seat I saw over by the right exit, in the second row. Basically, this lecture hall had a lond rectangle desk which stretched out from one side of the room to another and and about ten desk chairs behind each long desk. The sides had steps which went back to about six rows. The front just had a podium set up on a mini-stage with steps.

"Yea sure, you can sit here." I turned to my left. The guy sitting next to me was wearing glasses and had a regular shirt on which had glasses and a mustache on the shirt. He had light brown eyes, his hair was short enough to just run a hand through, and looked to be some-what Asian.