The Girl with cinnamon eyes (On Hold)

chapter 6

It was my first day to university, I mingled to some of the boys named 'Jack' and 'Nick', both were non athletic. However, I was a freak of football and badminton. I met them as the two best friends from the same college in California. I was introduced immediately, I liked it. I wanted to make more friends but all were rich spoiled kids there. All were harsh except one or two. We started our conversation like this:

"Hey, Ah, Nice to meet you, well I am Murk, a student of chemistry section A".

" Oh! I'm Nick and he is Jack. We are your classmate ", Nick said

" well this a very big university ", I added

" Indeed",Jack replied.

I met Rose laughing loudly with her weird friends and she was introduced to me as a billionaire spoiled egocentric person.

"Oh! See, she again, I hate her", Nick added, " Beware of her, she is a spoiled brat with lots of money."

"Oh-Oh-O-okay", I reacted.

The bell rang . I accidentally sat on the first bench with a bench partner 'Stacy', a weird pale girl with heavy pairs of earrings and a stylish notebook.
I told her 'Hi'. she was astonished while looking at me.

" H-H-Hi-Hi", she stammered and said those words with difficulty.

All innocent students were introduced to Mr. Organic (or Mr. Walls) as a psycho teacher. He taught us boring lectures and I amazingly dozed off, woken up by a heavy blow of duster and keen eyes shouting "Get out". I swap places to conner-most boy in the fourth bench, my bench mate was nick named 'Rocky'. I shared some introductory talks (like, 'How are you?', 'Nice to meet you', 'what is your name?'). The classes ended as my first day ended.

On my second day, I was late. That hag (or Mrs. Smith) allowed me in the class, fortunately. My Rocky lend me a pen and meanwhile, the hag warned the whole class, " Not to be late or else" she looked deeply and said that she would complain to the dancing principal. She was also boring with 'easy-recitation-of-textbook-words'. I hated her.

The second class was easy with the one whom I don't care, exist or not. I was like- I don't give a damn shit.

It was a break. It was a gloomy day with dark clouds and the over casted sky was ready to shed its tears at any inevitable moment. The heavy storm tried to calm its tears. I, a normal human being could not do anything but be sad at the mere phenomenon. No happy birds singing and no lovely, lively butterflies fluttering around. The flowers were as sad as the day was.

Then I switched my gaze to the Chemistry section B . I saw a beautiful woman of my age, twenty four, dancing and singing aloud, I always gazed her (its not me being a stalker but she grabbing the attention by singing and dancing aloud). She slightly changed her facial expression and slowly smiled towards me with her tuffy pink natural lips. I was interrupted by a deaf rings making a sharp ting on my malleus, the break ended.

A gaunt big frame asked me, "What are you looking bro?".

" weather", I answered

"Weather?", he asked with a confuse with broken bulb-fuse face.

I immediately went to Mrs. Smith class before she entered. I thought about University teachers this whole hours. How boring or serious can they be?

My those days were seriously boring and how I bore a month? However, I studied three hours everyday fixing some whereabouts and for the bloody sake of ' I'm studying'. I hate books, an extreme book hater of organic chemistry and the whole Chemistry, however the exceptions are: comic books (like batman) and lovely and confusing novels ( like Lolita)