Rosie's P. O. V.
My cheeks reddened when his name popped up on my phone. I knew I was thinking about him much more than I should've and got way too excited whenever someone mentioned his name, but I couldn't turn it off. Something about him intrigued me. I was like a moth and he was the flame I was being drawn to.
There had always been something in the background about Kyle that had always made my bones tingle. I could never explain it; it just made sense to me in my head. He's just always been there, and it was hard to ever truly escape the thought of him.
I smiled at Kyle's last text. I still didn't understand why he called me "flower", but to be honest, I did not mind at all. It made me feel special like all those girls in Young Fiction Stories who have guys calling them pet names.
I opened the doors to the university and entered the building. The nerves were starting to increase. Terms and procedures became jumbled in my brain as I tried to remember all that I had studied when Mrs. Hunters, my teacher and a professor at the university, greeted me with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Rosie." She said as she shook my hand. "Are you ready?"
"I hope so." I replied with a soft laugh.
Mrs. Hunters rolled her eyes with a smile. "You'll be completely fine, Rosie. You're one of my best students, just don't tell anyone I said that."
"I won't." I laughed as we began to talk through the front foyer and down a hallway leading to the room where I was to write my exam.
Mrs. Hunters led me through the corridor and into a small room with pale green paint on the walls and grey carpeted flooring. Degrees and diplomas were hung in glass frames on the walls alongside photos of the many professors who had taught at the university and the odd student who had a very successful beginning to their careers in their chosen profession.
In the center of the room was a table and a chair with a glass filled with water, a thick paper booklet beside three sharpened pencils, two pens, and an eraser resting on top of it waiting to be used.
I swallowed. My nerves for writing this exam were mounting by the minute. If I failed, I wouldn't be accepted into this university and my hopes of becoming a neurologist would be shattered. My confidence would be extremely lacked.
"Okay," Mrs. Hunters began. "You'll have six hours to complete this exam. You will have a thirty minute intermission to eat, relieve yourself and recollect your thoughts, but you will not be permitted to review your notes during this time. Should you need a restroom break during the exam period just let me know and I will escort you. Any questions, Ms. Mills?"
I shook my head in response and exhaled deeply through my mouth. I calmly walked over to the table and took my seat in the chair provided.
"You may begin."
So I did.
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I walked out the university building several hours later with a wide smile on my face. I felt really good after completing the exam. Of course the exam wasn't easy, but I generally had a good feeling about it.
Shivering in the cool evening breeze, I searched with my eyes for my mother's silver vehicle in the parking lot. After nearly a minute, I found her parked in the furthest parking space away from the front entrance. I groaned.
Of course she'd be parked all the way over there, I thought as I began to walk over to the car.
Once I managed to get to the car, I opened the door and threw my backpack into the back as I climbed in the front seat beside my mom. "Hi, Mom." I greeted.
I was met with no response, so I turned to look at her to see that her eyes were wide with, shock I assumed, and she was playing with the necklace she had wrapped around her neck, nervously, as she swallowed deeply.
"Mom? Are you okay?" I asked, worried.
This seemed to trigger her out of her state of comatose. She turned to face me and a smile began to form on her face as if nothing odd had just occurred. "Hey Rose," She said. "How did it go?"
I didn't like the feeling of this one bit, but nevertheless, I planted on a small smile for her. "I think it went well, Mom."
She smiled. "Good." She said and started up the car and began to drive us out of the parking lot and on the road to our small apartment we called home.
Something strange had just happened with my mother, and I wasn't going to stop looking for answers until I found out what caused her to act the way she did. Nothing ever scared my mother, but something that night scared her. And I wanted to know what it was.
