Who are U?

Fifteen.

It's noon and we are kissing good byes to our good times here in Chitek Lake. It was amazing here —although we didn't go to visit the actual lake— and I will forever ink this mini get-away in my memories. Here we go for another seven hours drive. This time I'm with Daniel, the two love birds and Auden are in Mindy's vehicle.

I wanted to ride with Daniel, so things don't go awkward between us, but thank goodness things are fine between, literally fine. We talk about anything —just like the usual— and I'm thankful for that.

"I should teach you how to drive." He suggests, eyes still focused on the road.

"Meh, it's not necessary." I rejected.

"Mhm..." He seems to be in deep thoughts. I check my phone to text Aiko, then he adds. "Are you... perhaps, scared of driving?"

Come to think of it, yes I am. And this has a back story, that I will never be quite ready to tell my mom, unless I'm grown enough —when I'm forty years old, probably— then I will tell her.

"Yes, I am afraid of the idea, however I could try." And that is true, I might be scared but not terrified, as in Traumatized level.

"Are you sure?" He eyes me for a brief moment.

"Yup!"

"Good, then when we get some spare time in between our schedules, we should get to it."

"Thank you Sensei!!" I bow, and we laughed.

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~ February 10 ~

It's been a month and a half, and I've never been so busy and stressed in my entire life. This is killing me. Work is stressful as hell, and I have so much to study and submit. I want to escape, is this what I'm gonna go through for the next three years of my life? How did people survived this? I shouldn't be complaining, some people have it worse.

At the Body Shop clients are going crazy over things that they should buy, especially the men. I explained the same thing for over twenty times now, and I'm trying to get my sales commission to add to my pay for these past two weeks. The sales commission are quite helpful, it's similar to a waitress at a restaurant getting tips, so you know the deal. My back hurts, my feet hurts; I'm hungry, tired and sleepy, but I finish at nine o'clock PM and it's barely eight fifteen.

I also got some study to do tonight. Great.

Just great!

Valentines day is fast approaching, reasons why these people are coming all at ones, now I seriously hate people buying gifts last minute. When I tell my mom about my day, she said that she had it worse. According to her, her very first job was at a jewelry store —quite famous at the time, back in Haiti— and she had to remember the names and karats of the famous jewels on demand, the perfumes, and being careful not to make a mistake so it does not stain the store's reputation. She also said that her manager and the big boss wasn't hard on the employees, the store was known to give great job opportunities to youngsters fresh out of university, a way to get them on track with their young adult lives. Plus they wanted young faces to increase theirs sales. I guess everybody's life starts with some rough turbulence.

I get to the dorms and greet Fionna and some dudes that were playing Ping-Pong in the lobby and head straight to my room. I take my toiletry bag for a good shower so I can get to work, and I would have enough time to sleep.

As I was deep into the my psychology notes, I come across a Daniel on the example that the professor provided us with, and truthfully speaking, I haven't seen or been in touch with Daniel lately. He just tells me good morning, ask me if I ate lunch, and tells me good night. Everyday. There are no concrete conversations between us, and it actually bothers me a lot.