What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 12.

Augury was unavailable and resided on text to enlighten me over my dream. He told me about the threads as life threads which I had worked out myself by then. Then he emphasized on the colour.

Augury: The red means love and happiness, the black means worries and the white means new beginnings. When these get coiled together, it means the result would be troublesome. And, wrapping up those threads means tidying it.

I scrunch my nose as I reread the text and it doesn't make sense again. Probably asking Augury for help wasn't the best idea.

Putting my phone down, I groaned and then suddenly a bunch of seniors walked inside the class.

"Hello everyone. Our team is conducting a debate soon and the money raised by this function would be given to a charity programme. So would you all join?"

Someone behind me yelled "No." And, sniggers traced in different parts of the room. The guy who was speaking, probably the team leader of the debating-charity event or whatever it is, looked at me. "You won't?" He said and I froze.

Then I slowly shook my head 'no' to tell him that it wasn't me who spoke but never got the words out.

Margo silently giggled beside me when the speaker left the room, pissed. I threw both of my hands to my face, trying to hide when a bunch of people around me laughed and told me that I was funny.

"This isn't funny at all. I wasn't even the one who spoke 'no'." I shook my head with dismay and Margo continued laughing.

Since then on that day, my role was to get embarrassed about it every time I went over the scene in my memory tunnel while Margo's role was to ensure that I kept feeling embarrassed so that she could keep laughing.

"Remember when you shook your head instead of telling the seniors that it wasn't you who spoke." Margo says, her mouth curved into a devilish grin.

"Shut up." I slapped her elbow.

"And, remember how a few minutes ago you pissed off a senior and he stormed out of the room." She said and I slapped her again, this time with both of my hands.

We were sitting on the right side of the mini-ramp when two seniors approached us and although Margo was sitting before me so if they approached us, they should shake hands with her before me, in that order. But only when they did approach us, they shook hands with me first and then Margo.

"Vote for Robbie." The two seniors smiled at us and moved on. Then came another one of couples of seniors. It didn't take us long to realise that they were campaigning for the student union elections.

Every time the seniors came, they shook hands with me first and it felt hilarious because there was a point when Margo deliberately pointed at me and said, "She's first." And I couldn't help but laugh. This gave Margo another reason to tease me. So she began at it. Again.

"Show me your head, Martha." She said and I asked her why. "Oh, I need to check if you've written something like "Shake hands with me first or I'll shake your world...or something like that."

"Am I supposed to laugh?" I asked and she gave me a weirdly indescribable look that I laughed again.

I had my hands on my mouth, eyes squinted, laughing when I saw Austin looking at me. He was smiling and I blushed.

"Are you sure he's not your boyfriend?" Margo asked and I rolled my eyes. "Because you both look like you definitely need a room to rent." She winked and I slapped her again but I was biting my lips to control my laugh.

"Hey Martha."

I didn't answer.

"Martha."

No answer.

"Martha."

"What?" I finally looked at her and she gave me a knowing smile.

"Remember that time when you embarrassed a senior and yourself by just shaking your head and thus, bringing a source of entertainment to our boring lecture?" She began again and had half expected me to slap her but I didn't. Instead, I closed my eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Praying." I answered in a meditative way and I imagined her frowning. "Praying for forgiveness for whatever I'm going to do to you." I added with a smirk and she raised both of her hands in surrender.

***

Margo told me that she wasn't hungry but I being myself had to buy a coffee and when I returned to the class, someone was lecturing them.

"Scoot." I hushed to Margo and after repetitive requests, she finally did. I took a seat next to her.

The lecturer was not a professor but apparently another candidate for the position of student Union. I only half understood what he was saying but all I could notice was that he wouldn't stop talking.

"The faculty isn't so good............seniors get drunk and smoke and nobody says anything. It's not a thing one does in a university..........this should be changed.............our education system should be improved."

I heard snippets of his speech and felt tired already, wondering how tired Margo and the others would be feeling since they've been sitting here for so long.

"Okay but if you all need me. You have my number." He pointed at the blackboard which had a phone number and a name written which said Samuel. "Also, I'm participating in the Student Union elections. All votes would be appreciated." He seemed done and then he left. I sighed.

"How tortured are you?" I asked after a minute.

"No, actually he was great. I was getting bored for a while but he was right and whatever he said made sense." She said and I nodded. I can't judge I didn't hear him properly.

"Who are you going to vote?" She asked and I took a long pause to answer.

"I don't know yet.. Robbie Reynolds, maybe? But I haven't decided yet." I said, thinking.

"I don't think you should vote for him. I've heard bad things about him. Even this... Samuel mentioned him. He's a bad guy."

Robbie Reynolds. Actually, he is my flatmate and sort of my best friend. He's just like me.

You know, the kind who breaks your heart and forces you to believe that love doesn't exist. The playboy types.

The information circled around me.

"How are you so sure?" I half laughed, mirth evident in my voice.

"Not sure..just what I heard."