Scribbles where being made above a few words on a loose piece of paper, along with a sigh, probably meaning that the writer didn't like how their words were sounding, seconds later the paper was crumbled up and shoved deep into the backpack. The person who did this made sure to be discreet about it since she was in a room full of other students who were paying deep attention to the teacher up front who was giving a lecture.
The writer turned back to her computer, now that her focus was back, and began to jot down notes as the professor spoke. After a while she glanced around at a few other students, realizing they had more notes then her. She cursed to herself, a bit upset at herself that she lost track of the lecture, but she sighed a moment later, hoping she could find someone to quickly share their notes with her.
After a long while the lecture finally ended, and students started to pour out of the room except for a few. Once they did, the writer looked around, hoping she would find someone nice enough to share with her.
Her eyes darted along side the rows of seats, recognizing a few people, she saw a girl who was always nose deep in her notes, doubt she would spare time to share. There was also this boy in the back, but he looked like he barely paid attention to class so it would be a waste.
Her eyes finally fell onto a person she usually asked for notes from, she smiled to herself and walked over, bringing her backpack and computer over. She really didn't know the persons name, but he didn't know hers either, they just had a mutual friendship of sharing notes to each other.
She walked on the row behind him and tapped his shoulder, making him look behind him to her, sighing when she showed him her notes.
“Again?” The boy asked in a bit if an amused tone.
“Help.” The writer pleaded and sat down behind them.
He chuckled a bit and began typing, “Just give me your email and I'll share my doc, geez how did you even get into a university like this?”
The writer quickly thanked him and gave her email to him, but pouted at the comment, “I-I just got distracted today!” She defended, only making the other chuckle typing in a few things.
“For the seventh time this lecture.” he laughed and closed his computer. The writer became flustered and tried to retaliate with whatever comeback she could think up but was quickly interrupted by the boy turning to face her.
“Hey, did you know a group of college students are coming today?” He asked, resting his head on the back of the chair.
The writer blinked and shook her head, a bit confused at this information, “Wait really, why?” she asked as she looked to her computer, happy to see that a doc full of notes from today's lecture was there.
“Field trip or some crap, didn't know they did that anymore.” The other shrugged, “It's kinda like a highschool trip to a college to see what it's like.”
“Oh really?” The writer hummed and started to copy whatever notes she missed, also a bit confused that a college was even doing this unless it was for a game, but so far none where scheduled, “What college?”
“I dunno.” he said and turned away, packing up his things, “It's one of those private colleges? Apparently they have those uniforms and shit.” he shrugged as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.
“Oh.”
“I gotta go, see you later.” the boy said and waved to the writer who waved back, wondering if she'll ever get his name.
Probably not.
After a bit of reconstructing her notes she got up from the chair and made her way out of the classroom and to the school's hallway. The reason why this school was a bit popular then its academic records or the requirements and difficulty to be accepted here, was mostly about the scenery and environment.
The school itself was huge, considering it was a university, and an open environment. The schools main buildings had starways that led to the roof for students to go up to to study or eat, of course, there was a bit of a long fence to keep any misfortunes happening. The top of the roof also had a couple of potted plants and benches for them to sit on, the place itself is nice though it wouldn't be best to go up there on hot sunny days or rainy ones.
The inside of the school centered around a small garden, where buildings and hallways made its way around it. The writer thought it was nice, and made her way to the garden where a few other students sat down on the benches or small tables doing their work or simply resting.
She made her way to the small bushes of flowers and sat down on the grass, placing her backpack beside her. Perhaps now maybe she could practice describing a few things. She turned to her backpack, and unzipped it, taking out a small black journal, turning to the flowers.
She began to write, trying to describe every last detail from the bushes to the few flowers on it, but when she looked down to her work she sighed and scribbled over the words, unsatisfied with what she managed to come up with.
She tour out the piece of paper and crumpled it up, shoving it deep inside her pocket. She leaned back and looked up to the sky, it was clear and blue, and bright considering it was almost the afternoon.
The writer sighed again and looked back down to the bushes of flowers, spotting a butterfly on top of the petals next to her. The writer squeaked and scooted away from the flower, locking her eyes onto the butterfly. She had this weird fear of them she couldn't quite explain, she just found them…..unsettling.
This butterfly was white, with two purple dots on both wings. It moved around the flower a bit, inspecting the yellow petals before flapping its wings a small bit. The writer shuddered as she felt a chill go down her spine, almost like a forceful breeze. She quickly rubbed her neck and looked around, finding the scenery around her unchanging.
This was weird.
Today wasn't cold so there shouldn't be a hard breeze going by, besides, none of the trees or plants moved when she felt it. Even if it were to be cold she had a warm long sleeve on so it wouldn't have bothered her this much.
The writer suddenly jumped remembering the white butterfly, hoping it wouldn't be closer, and turned her head to it.
But it was gone.
