Unfamiliar faces stare back at me as I take my seat in the back row.
The lecture hall is huge! I think to myself.
Murmurs from the students fill the air, making me feel uncomfortable. I avoid all eye contact and study the flyer on my table.
Safro University. We welcome you with open arms.
I remember when I just found out about this university a year back. I was so excited that it had the course I wanted and the fact that it is situated right outside of London. It was like a wish come true.
Well, her I am. Gotta cherish the moment.
I push the ad aside and fiddle with my hair.
There's a loose thread at the seam of my skirt. I tug at it.
The murmurs slowly turn into whispers when a stocky man walks down the aisle with a huge video camera under his arm.
He sets it on the teacher's table before us and glances through the hall. His eyes land on me and I quickly look away.
His loud sharp voice echoes through the hall.
"You may refer to me as Mr. Shield. I will be your main lecturer during this entire course."
He pauses to look at us.
"Welcome to Filmmaking 101."
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Deep Breaths
Historia CortaBree is struggling with her mental health, and to make matters worse, she's away at university. This book considers the various emotions and thoughts of a teenage girl learning to cope with anxiety and depression. *The events in this story are base...
