Bizarre Dream of Mine

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/Emily POV\

Ah, College. A place of learning and preparing us all for the reality

The building comes in view as i parked my truck nearby. Quickly grabing whatever I needed and locked the doors of my truck. Turns and begin walking to the front doors.

But...

"What the?!.."

Didn't get far, just two steps. I turned around and see whats the problem. Then sighs and growled at myself.

'Great, just great.. I just ripped my shirt..'

Piece of my shirt is caught in the door, sighs as I shake my head in disappointment but still made my way to class.

Students, Filling up the hallways with them, too busy in their own worlds. But that's okay, I'm like that in a way too.

Making my through strangers and turns to make it to class, at least on time. Yeah, I know. But hey! This place is alot bigger than you think. Finally, making it to class and take my seat near the window in the back but still able to hear the professor.

I sigh happily to myself as I start getting my book, laptop, pen, and notebook out. Studying for this quiz so shush now.

°Timeskip after classes, so enjoy this cookie everyone°

Riiing!!

'Ahh finally.. Now for quick lunch'

I left my stuff in my bag, placing it on my chair. Yes yes, but I know for sure no one will take it. The professor never really leaves till the end of the day.

(So I guess we can call this person.. Hmmm professor Lewis, if you have to know.)

"Emily... Come over here please.. I need to have a word with you about this assignment you turned in." professor Lewis says, having her focus on my paper.

I nodded and walked over to her, "yeah?"

"I just need couple of things from you and the notes, just real quick then you can be on your way, sounds good?"

"um sure, hold on a sec." walking over to my seat and grab whatever she needed, than back. "here ya go. Is that all?" "yes, great.. You can go eat now"

Yeah, she is okay teacher but atleast I'm not on her target list. Meaning students need to be checked up on only when they aren't going so good in class, so am grateful for that my grades are good and in the safe zone.

I walked down to some places to grab something to eat, 'hmm what am I hungry for... Ah the heck with it'. While I was thinking and focusing on what to eat, I didn't noticed I bumped into someone's back.

"I am so sorry! That was my bad."

I looked up and smiled as it turned out, I just walked into my friend, his name is Jake. 6'1 brown hair and green eyes, having dimple on the left cheek, right eyebrow piercing, totally have tattoos. Loves music, games, cars, and his dream is to become a Doctor. Odd? Yes. Loves helping people? Always up for it. Long shot? Nope, his grades proved he is focused and hardworking.

Sounds cute? To me, yes!

The good thing about this guy, He is one of the few that actually started talking to me in the beginning of semester, saying I looked like a lost dog without anyone to obey. Simply put it. A master. Hmph please.