Harper Peril is a young woman seeking to live out her dream of helping people through psychology. Cameron Williams on the other hand, is a boy who needs help - and plenty of it. But for the most unexpected, socially unacceptable reason for a guy - h...
I rushed through the crowd of university students who all seemed to be wandering pointlessly. I was already ten minutes late, and it was our first lecture!
I sprinted up steps in sets of twos, pain creeped through my legs and I instantly regretted my decision to give a fuck about classes. But I had to, I actually liked what I was studying now. There was no compulsory crap subjects, like Maths...I was never good at Maths...
I finally spotted the seminar room named 3B and rushed to the door. I paused for a millisecond, before taking a deep breath and trying to flatten my inevitably poofy blonde hair. I then pushed through the door, quietly of course - I wasn't going to barge into a lecture-room-full of people - who did you think I was?
"Thank god" I barely whispered under my breath, realising the entrance was from the back of the room. I did a weird walk skip thing - that awkward run you do when you cross a road but a cars coming - to the closest chair. Pulling out my notepad and pen, I realised that I, Harper Peril, was finally in university studying psychology like I had always dreamed to.
I took a small moment to look around at all the people around me, picking which ones looked like I would fit in with and the ones that I should stay away from.
A group of girls sat in the front row - nope, you'd get asked questions if you sat there. A couple of boys were seated along the back row to my left, wiggling a pencil up and down to try and make it look 'wavy' - yeah no...definitely not - they're the idiots of the course attendees. A woman who looked to be in her fifties sat somewhat at the front, a pen clipped over her ear and a tartan scrunchy was holding her hair in a bun- Mum, is that you?
A girl with long brown hair in a ponytail was sitting alone in the middle section of the seats, she looked to be the perfect amount of interested and uninterested - Bingo, we would probably be best friends by the time I sit with her tomorrow.
I finally took the time to listen to the lecturer.
"During the course, you will be accessed on your ability to produce written documentation, and your pitches of ideas." The stubby man spoke from the front of the lecture theatre. "At the end of the first year you will be able to complete prac work, meaning you will be interacting and applying your knowledge from the past year to real life circumstances."
I took down notes, lots of notes... I didn't want to miss anything - what if I was called on?
I finished writing my last point just as the time hit 11:30 and class ended, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
Looking up, I realised it was a guy - a tall guy, may I add - it was Benny, a boy whom I'd grown up with. We went to the same schools, we even lived on the same street.
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"Hey Harper." He said smiling.
"Oh hey!" I replied excitedly. "Are you taking psychology too?"
