Biyoloji; It's in Our DNA

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It's a new day and the weather is gloomy, it kept raining all night yet it's still raining till this noon. I go about my usual schedule, joining seminars here and there and taking quick breaks in between. Rafaella was there most of the day to keep me company, talking enthusiastically about her invention, the pico boat, apparently she came up with it a few weeks ago but she did a 3d model of it in class just now.

"Do you want to see it? I have it on my iPad, it's not finished yet but I'll gladly show it to you!" with her fumbling limbs, she eventually pulls out the gadget, flipping through her many creations.

"Honestly I don't know what's the use of it." I peer down at the model, it looks like your typical paper boat...

"Seriously?! It's a PICO BOAT! Do you know how small a pico is? Aren't you amazed? Bella even wanted to show it off in her medical class." Rafaella huffed, stuffing her iPad inside her tote bag. I swear to God, why am I friends with a nutjob. Just as we're about to exit the small cafe we bump into a dear friend of ours.

"Aye Captain! What are you doing 'round here?" Rafaella greets Deidre, the oh-so-famous captain of the woman's basketball team. 

"Nothing, just here to grab a quick recharge, see you guys around!" she smiles her contagious smile and prances to the counter. Cool.

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"Hey, see you around!" I wave Rafaella goodbye, "don't forget about my PICO BOAAATT!!!" she smiles widely and runs to her class. I roll my eyes and enter my cell biology class. Thankfully the class isn't filled yet. I sit at the front of the class to pay attention more. 

I need to step up my game or I won't be able to graduate. Thank God I didn't choose Physics as my major, bless Aries' soul for taking that wretched subject.

I grimace and pull out my notebook, playing on my phone while waiting for the bell to ring.

The door to the classroom opens and Mr. Marco comes in, once again without any bags or materials for us to work on. But something else caught my eye.

His left hand was bandaged.

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Hey y'all, I tried my best for this chap but inspiration just isn't flowing so smoothly. Hope I can schlorp enough inspo juice to make the next a better one. I already have something planned out so don't y'all worry your PG-13 hearts ;)