Bloom

7. first lessons

Haven

After our philosophy lecture, I walked straight over to the library as I needed some quiet time and perhaps, some thing to sign up for. The first few days had been pretty overwhelming myself, honestly admitting that. I had made quite some contact with a lot of peers, and finally settled- the girls I got along with at first became my friends. Ittarah and Norah.

They called me chatty, I thought the same of them. They called me outgoing, which I could quite understand, and they had told me that I was a good listener, a good helper when it came to assignments and whatsoever.

Now, that was something I didn't want to confirm about myself, but as they had told me I had to think about signing myself up for the program the man (on the introduction evening) had told us about, I actually did think about that.

The lectures weren't too hard for me, they were okay. Of course, I had to study for my things, but it was clear to me, in a way that I could explain things to other students as well. The signing up had to be done in the library, as that would be the place to help the other students.

Hesitating when I stood in front of the right room, I nibbled on my bottom lip and peeked inside. Should I do it? Should I not? What was wisdom in this situation?

I internally groaned and played with a loose strand of hair, twirling it around my finger. Okay, Haven. If the door opens within one minute, you're going to do it. Smiling, I knew no one was going to open the door in one minute, anyway. I mean, that'd be coincidence, wouldn't it?

Apparently not, because not even ten seconds later, the large door creaked open, and a few soft chattering students left the place, holding the door open for me.

Seriously?

Sighing, I simply walked inside and shrugged off my thoughts. I had always liked helping people, it wouldn't harm anything. And if so, in some way, I could always stop.

Playing with the straps of my bag, I watched the young woman behind her desk as she helped other students. Dimples were visible as she gave the students a smile, her brown eyes seeming soft. I sighed in relief, as she seemed to be friendly.

"Hello, can I do something for you?" She smiled softly, her dimples once again deepening. She was a pretty woman, and for a moment I wished we could trade lives. I mean, working in a library and looking good? I couldn't quite relate.

I took a step towards her as the students left, smiling when we made eye contact. "Hi! I'm Haven. I wanted to sign myself up for the buddy project? To help the students that struggle with.. some things." I said, uncertainly, as I didn't quite remember what the man, introduction evening, had explained us.

"Oh, sure! That's very nice, Haven. I'm Miss Hannah, by the way, but call me Hannah, please." She introduced, still smiling as she opened a folder with loads of papers. "So, it's not that official, sorry about that, but it's because we don't have that many students that signed up for the needed help. Probably because they're still finding their ways through their new education, which makes me wonder if you're available on Wednesday's afternoon after one?"

My timetable flew through my head for a split second, and I nodded. "Yeah, totally."

"Great!" Hannah smiled, glancing behind her for a moment. "Because there's a few students here on Wednesday afternoon that come here to study, trying to figure things out themselves. I had informed them about this program, but they were still thinking about it."

"He asked for my help, but over five hundred new books came in today, and I really need to sort them out. Would you mind helping him?" Hannah asked, pointing in a direction that led to a guy sitting at the table, hands in his hair, papers neatly piled up, though it looked like he had no idea of what to do.