finding yourself is a mixture
of family
old friends
and new
those who know you best
and those who know your worst
From: natashadean@gmail.com.au
To: hazelmb@icloud.com.au
Subject: How are you?
Hey Hazel,
What's up? Haven't heard from you much lately. How are you going? You've got to come visit soon.
Head is pounding, so this will have to be short. Last night's party was awesome. Friend from work Lisa introduced me to some of her friends. Drank too much, but oh well.
Talk later (after this goddamn headache's gone),
Nat xx
~
Grey clouds scudded against a gloomy sky, multiplying until the sky was invisible.
Hazel lay on her bed, laptop propped open on the cushions in front of her. She closed Natasha's email and opened up another window, containing her university study plan.
Her feet kicked infrequently behind her, sock-covered toes occasionally touching the poster-covered white walls. A chipped blue clock ticked peacefully on her bedside table, seated next to a green Polaroid camera. Photos had been stuck in the shape of a heart on the one blank wall opposite her, displaying the faces of Hazel's family, friends and various places. Her worn Converse lay abandoned at the foot of her bed.
She bit the inside of her cheek as she studied the laptop screen.
Enrolment: Bachelor of Arts
Study Period: Semester 1, 2019
Student Number: 10345289
Student Name: Hazel Mara Brown
Introduction to Writing (CRW101)
General Fiction (CRW102)
History of Poetry (CRW103)
Novel Genres (CRW104)
She closed the window and opened another one.
Enrolment: Bachelor of Education (Secondary)
Study Period: Semester 1, 2019
Student Number: 10345289
Student Name: Hazel Mara Brown
Basics of Education (EDU101)
Teaching for Professional Purposes (EDU102)
English Studies (ENG133)
Introduction to Writing (CRW101)
Closing that window, she shut her laptop and rolled over to stare at the ceiling.
"Education or writing," she muttered, closing her eyes. When she was younger, she used to think that becoming an adult meant magically having all the answers. Now she knew better.
YOU ARE READING
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General FictionHazel is eighteen and floundering. She's graduated from high school but has no idea what the rest of her life holds. Her parents are pressuring her to study something 'practical' at university, while all she's ever wanted to do is read and write. T...
