Life is a blank canvas. It's empty. It's just me. There were no colors, no smudges, no traces... nothing, just me in black and white.
It was a bummer how work just bumps right into me. It felt like it was hell week already. I had to contemplate on the fact that I had to study for Physics because I was on the verge of failing. Consequently, I had to accept the fact that my friend Josh was about to hit it on Franchesca, let Andrew know about his longtime admirer, find Sydney’s email hacker, give Shane relationship advices, and deal with the devastating fact that I can’t ride buses because they explode. Another peaceful night ruined, but hey, that’s how I roll.
~~~Closed Doors~~~
There I was, lined up for the elevator inside the Andrew building. It was still crowded with people, so it wasn’t as creepy as any normal sunset time. The Andrew building was always filled with freshmen since most of the freshmen classes are there. Most freshmen get very noisy sometimes especially when the whole class is there. I just waited in line, hoping that I could somehow ignore the noise. I couldn’t really hate them. I was sure I was like that when I was a carefree freshman too.
“Dante?” someone called to me from behind. The voice sounded familiar, and my guess was right. I turned and saw it was Sean, lining up right after me.
“Sean!” I did find a little comfort in finding someone to talk to. “Great. Now, we can be noisy too.”
“Yeah.” He chuckled, but I kinda’ felt like he was a bit troubled. It was a bit obvious too with his moody expression. It was unusual, so I just figured.
“What are you doing here in this time? I thought you don’t have class anymore?”
“I was supposed to pass something.” He nodded.
“Oh!” I smiled. I turned as I heard the elevator open for the next batch. “Okay.”
“Come on.” He said as we stepped into the elevator.
So, there we were, in the long and awkward elevator ride. The English Department was on the 15th floor, so I was headed there. I just wasn’t sure where Sean was stopping. We were in the middle of the crowd in the elevator, totally squeezed in. Of course, it was quiet the whole ride, and I used that time to observe Sean. He was a little off, unusually quiet like something was bothering him. I watched him until we got to stop to the 15th floor. I went out with him. Surprisingly, he was going to the same floor as me.
“Where are you headed anyway?” I asked after we squeezed off the elevator.
“Just going to pass something to the pigeon box.”
The pigeon boxes are like lockers for professors. That’s where students pass their homework, worksheets, projects, and anything else. They were just right beside the English Department.
“Are you okay, dude?” I had to ask. His lack of opinion and eye contact really bothered me.
“Okay?” he asked as we walked towards the English Department. “What do you mean okay?”
