the protector // h.s au

three

3 ||

In no time at all, my short period of relaxation back in my dorm has concluded and it's 5:46. Seeing as class starts at 6 it's well and truly time to leave.

I jog the entire distance from my dormitory to campus, not wanting to make a bad impression on my first day in my first class. I make it to the amphitheatre speedily once I'm on campus - it's quite spectacular that I can find the room really.

Luckily, the space is not completely full and only half of the seats are taken. Upon further observation, I find that the teacher isn't even here yet, which makes me relax fully as I take my seat in the left corner of the very last row of teared seating.

A few seats away away from me, a group of semi-rowdy boys sit huddled together, making rather degrading comments about some of the women sitting a few rows in front of them.

I roll my eyes at the boys. They have no respect for gender.

Soon a lot more students roll into class, most dressed quite comfortably in sweats and t-shirts. This is why, when Flora Rose walks through the squeaky wooden door about ten minutes later, she at he's my eye immediately.

My eyes widen and I have to refrain from dropping my jaw. She's changed clothes since earlier today. She's now clad in a loose fitting red tartan dress with a simple white collar at the top, along with white knee socks and black boots; to say the least - she looks smashing.

Seeing as the teacher's already here, she's technically classified as late so after quickly throwing her dark hair into a sloppy pony tail, she fumbles up the bleachers, in search for a seat.

I had hoped she'd sit with me but instead she sat alone few rows in front of myself. I don't think she saw me.

Who am I kidding, as if she'd sit with me anyway. She doesn't even know me.

I find it quite horrible that a few girls sitting near where Flora Rose sat down, moved a few spaces away from her when she sat.

What has the world come to?

Does Flora Rose have a highly contagious or tease-worthy disease I don't know about or something or are people just stupid?

Probably the latter.

The professor soon commences the class by scribbling on a portable white board. I don't pay much attention to what she's saying or what she's writing. I pay more attention to the way Flora Rose fidgets when she's bored. And the way Flora Rose doesn't talk to any of the students around her. And the way Flora Rose cowers away if anyone looks her way.

Maybe Flora Rose is more shy than I give her credit for.

I should probably start constructing an action plan regarding how to protect Flora Rose?

I don't really know her personally at all.

I'm just a friendly face that she helped find the Book Office this morning. Well actually, she may not even see me as a friendly face. Though I hope she does; I've never really been a rebellious or nasty type.

The lesson is simply long and tedious. I wonder how many more of these I'll have to do? Is this my life now?

How does one simply protect someone? How long exactly am I required to do so?

I sigh and try to decide what I should do once the lesson ends. Talk to her maybe? The idea is probably to befriend her. Then maybe, she could tell me all about herself. Then I can help her with any problems she has and make her feel happy by being her friend.

Everything I need to know is probably in the file but to be honest I haven't read it all. I've probably only read about five lags, actually.

A shrill bell sounds, making me flinch, and everybody stands up quickly, not letting the teacher even finish her sentence before they leave. It reminds me of high school.