Chapter 203
- KATE -
It’s Monday. I’m at the school premises, checking for the halls I’d be taking all my exams at as well as the exam table. On a normal day, I’d get the information online, on the school student website but I needed to keep myself busy physically. There hasn’t been any or much of lectures these days, just a bunch of students prepping for exams or having fun but get this, almost everyone’s got books in their hands, be it magazines or actual notes but it sure seems that their fun involves studying.
It is quite intriguing seeing an advanced form of high school replay itself here. Just freer and less tense. I love how despite the chillness displayed outwardly by individuals, you can tell the obvious inward tension in certain students that actually seem to want to excel. It’s really intriguing. After a very long time trapped within home walls, even the littlest thing that I’ve been accustomed to seems surreal.
Who ever thought school and books would captivate me this much? A smile forms on my lips. Don’t get me wrong, I love studying and passing my courses but come on, doesn’t mean I like school. In a world where you can study courses and excel in a career, going to school is just like paying to have friends or prove some sort of high status if it’s a prestigious school. Because trust me, apart from people who really need good jobs from going to college, most rich kids have trust funds and will inherit businesses from their parents. I think it’s more about getting a degree to show a level of wisdom and approval rather than because it’s necessary because some people excel without school. Don’t get me wrong though, school is important too, I’m just geeking about this topic because I have been in an asylum called home for what seemed like centuries and I’m just a teenager. Soon to be a youth though, haha.
I let out a sigh.
One thing I’m grateful for is having to study while at home. Because now, I don’t have much to worry about. I guess I also have to thank Hazel too. She sent me notes even though my responses were one word replies and I barely kept in contact. I was drained back then and I want to make up for it. It’s a miracle we’re still close till now. I guess certain friendships do last a life time.
I focus my gaze on the student notice board which has a lot of student activity papers pinned on it. I take my phone out to take a picture. After exams, just before the holidays, school will be on fire with a lot of celebrations and I’ll be here for it. I keep walking down the hall when someone hit me.
“Hey!” I call when the person didn’t stop to acknowledge and pass on a word of apology or concern yet brushed by me. This is when I felt a stealthy palm clap the center of my back, hitting different parts of my body, leaving me immobile, while spinning me around and maintaining close body contact. It happened so fast that I could barely react to it. The most I did was blink.
When my body came to a halt, I felt the presence of the person who did this behind me, holding me in place with both my hands trapped in a tight grip behind my lower back.
It’s a girl. I know through the soft balls perking onto my skin from behind. “Don’t be afraid and don’t move. I’m the one who dropped the letter for you.”
This makes my eyes widen and my heart beat faster in my chest. Remember that letter I received when I got here? After much conflicting thoughts, I decided to do what I thought was best for me.