Pretty sure

She/Her

—Wake up Cristina, we're going to be late

—Hmm

—Cris... Come on... we have classes now in 15 minutes

—Just five more...

—Cris! Is Friday! Nicholson!

—Fuck! Why didn't you wake up me before!

—God... I'll see you there. Kate out!

Hurry up Cristina.

I will never stay up until so late again, no in weeks. No time for breakfast and thank God I take my showers in the night. Run, run, run. If I get late to Nicholson's class, it won't be funny.

I'm still having 5 minutes to run across the campus. I'm not doing this. What can happen?

I finally arrive to the classroom and knock the closed door. Nicholson open it.

—Miss Cristina. You are late. Five minutes late.

—I know but I have a really good explanation.

—Go and find someone else to tell it. You're out for today. —he interrupted me.

—But mister... Nicholson.

I didn't even finish my phrase and he shut the door in my face. I saw Kate in the window, and she was looking at me with her face of "I told you" and then she changed it to the "I'm sorry" and I sent her a kiss.

It's the second time in this two years that this happen to me, it's not a big deal, but is embarrassing because now he's saying to all the class why no one can be late and saying that I came late because I probably stay out the night or something like this.

My next class is in two hours so I can have my breakfast. I'll go to Damien's.

I work every day at Damien's in a short turn from 7 to 10 pm, so Damien, the owner, was really surprised of see me in these hours.

—Kind of early don't you think? —he asked me.

—I know, but I'm not here for work. I need a tea.

—A coffee in your way! What happened to you? You look... devastated.

—I stayed up until so late and now I'm paying the consequences. —I said while I was putting my head between my hands.

—Why? —he was serving my tea and added a muffin.

­—Thank you... —I drunk some of my tea— There are some issues at home. Not in my home specifically. In my country you know. And I was sad and mad and all the negatives feelings.

—I see. Something out of your control. — He sat next to me in the bar of the­­­­­­­­­____—What's the topic of the problem?

—A rapist, a dead girl and a country with a shitty justice. —I was really mad about it. There was a girl who was raped last year and am month later she killed herself because of that, two days ago the rapist was formalized for that and five allegations against him more. He was just sent home with home arrest.

—That must be something hard for you as a woman.

—It should be for all of us as persons.

—Eat your breakfast and calm down a little. You should go back to your bed again.

—No, I have class in an hour. I'll go and grab my things.

—Okay, take care of yourself and don't think too much about the thing. —He was like a big brother to me.

I walked through the park to take the bus and go back to the campus, it's just a 15 minutes way. I went to my room when I arrived and pick up my things and I walked to my next class. The class went fast, I love this class, world heritage means a lot to me. I love my career so much and I don't see myself in the future doing anything else but doing tourism and guiding people.

Lunch time and Kate invited me to eat tacos. She has been my friend since my first year, when we had all our classes together but this year, we got different schedules. She's also my roomie and best friend here.

—So... are you staying this weekend? — she left college some weekends to see her family.

—No, my mom wants me to go with them to the zoo, my sister has a new boyfriend and she want me to meet him and blah, blah, blah. — she doesn't seem exited at all.

—When are you leaving?

—After classes. I'm sorry for not going with you to the talk today and the party.

—Don't worry. It can be that bad

—The talk?

—The party. I don't even pay attention of what the coordinator says. —But of course, I do. And I wasn't worried about the party, I was not going at all.

I didn't pay attention to the talk; I was mad about how someone can treat that bad to other. I mean, who cares if she's sick? Were you going to have sex with her anyways? Did your partner have sex with her and now you are worried? And when I was going to my room some Bellamore dude talked to me about how cool was that y spoke up, but that was what everybody should have done. I'm definitely not going to the party.

But a little party never killed nobody, right?