guilty of devotion - [dnp au]

4.:. this side of paradise // coyote theory

!! the first 3 chapters were introduction chapters, which basically means the actual story begins now !!

TW: a detailed panic attack

xxx

Because of En's mindless decision of planting that innocent kiss on my cheek, my thoughts of setting an alarm were interrupted last night.

If it weren't for Jack, who stormed into our room at nine, waking Phil up to warn him that a 'Mr. Dickless' is wondering about his whereabouts, both of us would have been extremely late to our first day.

Thanks to Jack, we were only a bit late.

Since Phil was stressing about this teacher getting him in trouble, I only had about 20 hungover seconds to prepare; I'll certainly be making an indecent first impression not simply due to wearing a dirty shirt and jeans used for 5 days in a row but also because I, unlike pretty much everyone else, skipped the tour around the building, meaning classroom number 256 won't be so easy to locate. A classroom where I'm supposed to have Composition - whatever that is.

The school's website had each course's first week's timetable on it and when I was still at home, I'd look at all the subjects in despair.

In this college, we would study most of the basic subjects, like Maths and English, and the profession-related ones, those students normally look forward to the most. The second includes subjects like Theory of Colour, History of Culture, Editing, Design Research methods, Lighting and endless more I'm scared to be taught.

After getting told I'd have to study at MAC, the easiest decision definitely was choosing which course to take. As soon as I was informed about the Photography educational program, I was signing up for it without a doubt. Because.

Photography's been significant part of my life for as long as I remember. As a kid, I'd take my uncle's film camera whenever my parents and I were visiting his family in Wales, where the majority of time there I'd spend taking amateurish photographs of my younger cousins, Miles and Harry. Even ten years later, some of the pictures still hang on the walls of Harry's bedroom.

Floor 2, schooling area. After crossing a rainbow painted hallway with timber stools placed here and there, the classroom appears at last. I knock on the door with a 256 on a golden sign beside it and cautiously invite myself in afterwards.

A whiffy classroom, filled with around 30 young people, resting on shabby chairs, desks with nothing but a pen on in front of them. Some students appear totally out of place, some are stressed, some - whispering to one another. One thing they all have in common, though, is that they look like they'd rather be anyplace else this early in the morning.

It's not even that early, for people our age, any time is too soon to be up. Except if you're oddly productive and get a good night's sleep to wake up as the sun rises.

A dark haired person, who seems to be the subject's teacher, is sitting behind his desk, scrolling through a Word document on his laptop, murmuring under the nose. Gladly, the middle aged guy with the silliest moustache my eyes have encountered, fails to notice me or my delay.

- Dan! - I hear En's silvery voice quietly calling my name from the back of the class and a flash of relief, as well as excitement, strikes my body. She is my course mate.

Expecting to see a knackered, hungover person, I turn to where her voice came from but instead, the same charming, pink haired girl is watching me with a pleased grin on her face. No sign of getting hammered the night before.

I tiptoe past some of my course mates filthily, proceeding towards the only semi-familiar face in this room. Because there are no empty chairs left near her, Enya moves slightly to her right, freeing some space on her own chair.