I'm out with my mum, tomorrow's the last day for assignment submission and of course I had to wait till the last day to get it done. My mom always gets mad at me for procrastinating, I had to promise her that I'd never leave work to last minute again to get her to drive me to the store.
I have to get cardboard and other shit to make the model.
   Putting your hand out the window in a moving car feels magnificent, the air molecules striking against your hand and for the first time you feel the presence, the power of mere weightless air .
We're passing by my college and I against it's back wall I see her sitting. That girl from our class, the typical silent, only a few close friends sort of a girl.
"Mum, I think that's Clarissa. "
"That girl that scored the higher than you in the last test? "
"yeah, yeah , that's definitely her. Should I go and talk to her, she usually goes to her bus as soon as the bell rings. "
"Fine, I'll park here, you go ahead. "

I get out of the car and wave but she doesn't notice. She's ruminating, staring straight into the abyss with her dark deep brown eyes.
HONK
"Watch where you're going, Idiot."
Close call. 

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