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EDIT 25 DEC 2018: Nothing new, just fixed some wording issues. 

To clear some things up, I don't actually know how the fuck university works... I know the basics but yeah. So here are some things to note. SKIP IF YOU DON'T CARE (IN A NUTSHELL, DON'T QUESTION THE SHIT I MAKE UP ABOUT UNI IN THIS BOOK)

-I will probably make up a few things that aren't true to how university really works, just go with it okay? I don't plan to get any of my stories published since I just write for fun and the competition is tough so how factually or realistic I write doesn't matter thank god.

-I will just refer to all university teachers as professors - this does not imply that they have a certain academic qualification or anything, it's just a title.

-For the sake of this story, professors in Harrow University stay AKA sleep on campus, like students

-I know university is a lot more lax than school but I have intentionally made Harrow University (the university in this book) strict because as you will find out as you read on below, they accept students with shitty grades and try to keep them in line so they come out with good qualifications and are set up for a good life. I don't recommend anyone slacks off in exams and hopes that they get accepted into a uni like this though xD Frankly, I don't think many, or any, exist. Who knows though.

-Don't think anything that I write in this story is how university really works. Chances are, real life is the complete, polar opposite but just ENJOY THE FACKING STORY OKAY BYE

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●qυorra neverѕea ●

You know what's funny about being enough?

No idea. I'll let you know when I feel it.

Working hard for countless years and then being barely accepted into the shittiest university in the country doesn't really feel like a pat on the back. But it's going to have to do until I figure the hell out how I can inject intellectual, natural talent into my veins so all my effort doesn't go to waste.

I lug my bags down the unfamiliar, dull hallway of Harrow University, every step heavier than the last as dread and weariness consume me. Rubbing at my eyes, I find myself at a smooth, warm-brown door with H2 painted on the front. For being the shittiest university in the country in terms of grades, this place has pretty nice facilities, I think to myself as I remember the modern looking communal rooms and kitchen I passed on the way up here.

Swiping my student card over the block next to the handle, a clicking noise greets my ears as I enter the room, immediately taken aback by its quite-reasonable size. The walls are a boring beige shade that is just waiting to be plastered and covered by posters and schedules. The floor is carpeted with a clean, dull, blue colour and as I walk further into the room and remove my shoes, I spot a bathroom around the corner. Two queen sized beds are displayed at the back of the room, both almost touching opposite walls with a fair amount of space between them.

(A/N enjoy the following shitty drawing I made in my iPad notes... It's surprisingly hard to write neatly... And there was no beige colour... Needless to say - not the scale.)