As usual, I started my student activities again. I said goodbye first with Aunt Plura to go to campus. Because there are some subject assignments that I have to complete.
When he arrived at the campus, his condition was still quiet and quiet, like a grave. Except the sound of birds singing and Mr. Andi, the school guard. He was a friendly man, but misfortune had just happened to him, his wife had just left him, went with another man. It's summer now, so the morning air in my city is rather friendly.
"Hi, Rueta!" say hello Mr. Andi from the end of the campus park.
I stopped, replying to his greeting, "Mr. Andi's morning too. But, sorry to disappoint you, but my name is enough Rue, Mr. Andi. No need to use 'Ta'" I at once corrected his call for me.
"Oh sorry." said Mr. Andi.
"Of course, Mr. Andi." I replied with a nod.
I then continued my steps towards the library. The library on my campus is a little behind and is located on the third floor of this campus building. Its location is also in the West building. So indeed this place is rather rarely visited by students. But don't underestimate the library's collection, because my campus is listed as one of the 5 campuses with the most complete library in my country.
Just turn a little to the left, then go up using the manual stairs to the second floor and continue up to the third floor. After reaching the third floor, we just need to move forward a little, we have arrived in front of the library.
On top of the cubicle, there is a Latin inscription meaning 'BEAUTIFUL WINDOW IS ALWAYS CLEANED'
Without waiting for anything else, I opened the door, I then immediately stepped foot into the room nuanced wood. then I explore the area of literary and literacy books. There are several tasks related to it that I must complete. Then after reaching 2 books needed, I switched to another type of bookshelf. Now I step into the area of history books. After completing all the books I needed I decided to go to the usual reading place. Ie, on the seventh table which is in the somewhat corner of this room. Right next to a giant glass window, the window connects directly to the situation inside the library with a beautiful water park out there.
Just when I was about to put my books on the table, I was held back by the presence of a male figure who had been the target of the girls on campus. While wearing earphones on his ear, he was cool typing and writing in books and laptops. It seems he did not realize my presence. In fact, he also did not realize that he had occupied my sacred place in this room.
"Excusme!" I tried to say hello, pulling him out of his world. But the results were zero, he did not budge. I unhesitatingly pulled the earphone in his ear. So spontaneously he woke up and looked at me. Our eyes met. And I'm not afraid at all.
"What the hell! Boy!" he cursed at me. He immediately stood up from his seat and still staring at me. Turns out he was a few inches taller than me, I said to myself.
I was still there, with a stack of books in my arms. Looking at him also did not budge.
"What are you doing? You have a problem, let's solve it now!" he looks angry, of course.
I opened my mouth, I put my book on the table. "Hm, I'm not the one who has a problem. But we're in trouble. Listen, the masters of the girls!" I increasingly make it hot with a soft allusion that I hurl, "You have just occupied my sacred place in this room, without my permission!" I explained my point, by putting a little emphasis on the ending of my sentence.
He laughed blandly, "fuck! You mean this?" he pointed at the table I was referring to, where he was earlier. I just nodded, "Since when did this place have rules like that? And since when have you been the owner of this room? he packed his things, "just take what you want." he then walked away without giving me a chance to reply to him, "you strange clumsy bastard!" he cursed and I heard, "motherfucker you're PigMen! Fuck you, the master of the girls!" I swear back.
I was just about to sit on the table chair, but my buttocks were propped up by something. I lifted my buttocks, and I found a ballpoint lying on the body of my chair. I snorted annoyed. And there was no mistaking it, this belonged to the masters of the girls. Gosh, your plan is really crazy. It seems I am now convinced of Aunt Plura, that you know the contents of your servant's heart. God you are really annoying.
I then put the ballpoint on the table, right next to my books. Then I took out my notebook, laptop and set of stationery, then started opening the books, copying a few sentences and finishing them on my laptop.
Three hours later I was done. The sun is already blazing. I decided to enter my class, lucky today in the first to third hours is Mr. Aldo He is the easiest going man I've ever seen. It seems like the people I've met in my life are quite cool people according to my version. Hm, wait! Except maybe the master is the girls!
When I wanted to leave the library, I remembered the ballpoint earlier. So I decided to return first and then I went to my class.
As I started walking, I rocked the ballpoint earlier, and I suddenly remembered that I didn't know the person's name and the name of the lecture hall. A biggest foolmen!
Damn, I don't know the name or the class. I pat my forehead, feeling stupid about myself.
Now what should I do? I looked at the ballpoint, it seems that the ballpoint is special. Because there are dragon and batik carvings there. And the ballpoint is a combination of gold and silver. The ballpoint is rarely seen by students on this campus. Suddenly an absurd idea hung in the clouds of my world of ideas.
I snap my fingers. I took out my smartphone, I opened one of the messaging and phone sharing apps, I opened one of the many groups in my application, it was a campus group between students. I took a picture of the ballpoint and then sent it to the group with a short caption added, 'IF YOU FEEL THIS IS YOURS, COME TO THE LECTURE ROOM OR MY HOME ADDRESS ...' I then affix my address there too. After feeling certain of that, I sent it. Okay, now it's time to go to class and wait for further news from my shipment.
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Immortal
Teen FictionRue only dreamed as a child, that someday he would write his own fairy tale. Such a beautiful story, but if so, there is no need for injury, no need for sorrow and no need for disappointment. And Rue understands, it is just a scattering, all he need...