First light spilled into the graduate student’s apartment, the sounds of clinking dishes, stumbling, and a, “Oof!” Spilling out as the student’s body stumbled over her pile of books on the ground. She quickly recovered and threw her coat on. Her third alarm going off on her watch, eliciting her anxiety to fill through the roof. She shut it off, grabbing her bag, and then leaving her apartment altogether. Once out of the complex, she rushed through the sea of early commuters on their way to work/school.
Nearly missing the last morning bus to the college, her hand jammed in between the doors. Muttering an apology before paying and made her way toward the back of the bus where she took the seat on the left side. In her commotion to head to the lab, she’d forget her mobile. The student chided herself, her shoulders deflating into the uncomfortable seat. The rumble of the bus chugged down the 4-lane road, making multiple stops before she finally arrived at her destination: The University. Which one? Oh, the one that allows her to continue her studies in Science and Psychology of Dreams.
The student departed from the rumbling bus. It hissed away as church bells going ringing out in the background. Most of the campus is already abandoned. Though her first class doesn’t start till noon, she still commutes to an early schedule for the paid position she scored at the beginning of the school year: Lab Assistant. Out of habit, she stuffed her hands into her coat, already forgetting the mobile she left at home.
She made her way across the quad, noting the many buildings around her. But the one she was headed toward was a smaller one behind one of the taller, older buildings. The student was ready to head around the building when her name is yelled out behind her.
“Leon!” The unfamiliar voice rings out.
Leon turns, seeing a female run toward her. Mildly interested, Leon’s ready to leave when the female finally gets to her, gasping for air, and leaning on her knees. Leon quirks an eyebrow, ‘What’s so important this stranger couldn’t wait to-‘
“Professor Jennings won’t be in today. You can head home.” The female said between loud gasps for air. Once she caught her breath, she stood upright again, and let out another breath of relief.
Leon nods to the female, ready to head out to the library instead. Since the Professor was out for today, she could catch up on reading needed for another class. When the female from behind stood in her way, “Aren’t you going to at least ask me for my name?”
“Waste of time.” Leon puts it. She steps around the female and walks away. Until the female catches up with her.
“Well, I’m Alice Kensington. You’re welcome. Your friend, Estee, sent me after she didn’t get a reply from her texts. She thought you must’ve left it at home again, and she was right. Looks like I’m owed $50.” Alice says happily, like she didn’t just run a marathon to deliver a message.
“Right.” Leon’s words are short and clipped. Not because she wanted to be cold, but it was a disappointment that the Professor wouldn’t be in today. It messed with her schedule and found it…annoying.
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Nearly missing the last morning bus to the college, her hand jammed in between the doors. Muttering an apology before paying and made her way toward the back of the bus where she took the seat on the left side. In her commotion to head to the lab, she’d forget her mobile. The student chided herself, her shoulders deflating into the uncomfortable seat. The rumble of the bus chugged down the 4-lane road, making multiple stops before she finally arrived at her destination: The University. Which one? Oh, the one that allows her to continue her studies in Science and Psychology of Dreams.
The student departed from the rumbling bus. It hissed away as church bells going ringing out in the background. Most of the campus is already abandoned. Though her first class doesn’t start till noon, she still commutes to an early schedule for the paid position she scored at the beginning of the school year: Lab Assistant. Out of habit, she stuffed her hands into her coat, already forgetting the mobile she left at home.
She made her way across the quad, noting the many buildings around her. But the one she was headed toward was a smaller one behind one of the taller, older buildings. The student was ready to head around the building when her name is yelled out behind her.
“Leon!” The unfamiliar voice rings out.
Leon turns, seeing a female run toward her. Mildly interested, Leon’s ready to leave when the female finally gets to her, gasping for air, and leaning on her knees. Leon quirks an eyebrow, ‘What’s so important this stranger couldn’t wait to-‘
“Professor Jennings won’t be in today. You can head home.” The female said between loud gasps for air. Once she caught her breath, she stood upright again, and let out another breath of relief.
Leon nods to the female, ready to head out to the library instead. Since the Professor was out for today, she could catch up on reading needed for another class. When the female from behind stood in her way, “Aren’t you going to at least ask me for my name?”
“Waste of time.” Leon puts it. She steps around the female and walks away. Until the female catches up with her.
“Well, I’m Alice Kensington. You’re welcome. Your friend, Estee, sent me after she didn’t get a reply from her texts. She thought you must’ve left it at home again, and she was right. Looks like I’m owed $50.” Alice says happily, like she didn’t just run a marathon to deliver a message.
“Right.” Leon’s words are short and clipped. Not because she wanted to be cold, but it was a disappointment that the Professor wouldn’t be in today. It messed with her schedule and found it…annoying.
@nico
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