The ceiling was a lavish latticework of gilt interspersed with sky blue and neon pink leathers matches. I realized how beautiful it was to lose myself on it.
Earlier drama rushed inside my head. Did it truly happen? I felt like I was only staring myself, unable to move. I wanted to shout but no voice came out of my lips.
Loud consecutive knocks disturbed and brought me to my senses.
"Come in!" I screamed.
"What's wrong Adeline?" worried face of Azalea blocked me from gazing at the ceiling.
"Are you hungry? You didn't go down to have dinner with us. Dad is worried sick and believe me, Mum is 10 times worse. Dad's currently.....
She stopped at rumbling when I told her the magic words.. slowly and quietly.
"I'm suspended.."
"What?! Are you serious? Am I at the middle of a prank? Where's the camera?!" As Azalea as she is.. She hysterically turnt her head from right to left five times. When she found no camera at every corner of my room.. She ceased at her track with her eyes bulging out.
"Tell me what's happened. From the very beginning. Chronologically.
No missing information." she said. Her voice was clipped.
It was as if I was being forced to divulge what I wanted to tell but had promised not to. No choice. I was trapped. Great.
"Oh dearest sweetest friend! What should I do to mend? This fcking mess you've done. That you hope you'll be gone."
"Azalea, shut up! You're not helping!" I screeched. Jeez. I forgot that my parents might already sleeping.
I wore the ugliest dress in my wardrobe and paired it with 5 inches wedge heel. I flat ironed my hair and put a black scintillating bold lipstick on my plump lips. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled.. annoyingly. As long as I'm aware with the time. I just walked aimlessly around my room, hoping to ease the painful knots in my stomach.
I stared my wrist watch unbelievably. 15 minutes and I was going to be late on my first class! It felt like 2 minutes but I f*cking wasted 30 minutes.
Since I couldn't drive my car because it wasn't still finish repairing. I ran to my life down the stairs and begged for the taxi!
I passed quickly in the hallway. I didn't bother enough to give attention to the hushed tones of voice around me. So what? I smiled sheepishly at my prof as I opened the door to disturbed his lesson. I was 2 minutes and 30 seconds late. D*mn!
He was crusty old man. He's got a short grey curly hair, a map of wrinkles on his face and a pair of cold blue eyes framed with thick silver-white eyebrows.
From the look of his eyes, I knew that he didn't like me. I couldn't please everyone. So what?
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Finding Myself Again
Conto"When you've lost a sense of who you really are, it's alike to the grieving process when you lose someone close to your heart.." -Adeline Everleigh
