On my way to university, I could sense someone following me all along, someone staring at me and is somewhere close. I rushed through the traffic lights before they would turn red. I felt uncomfortable.
Good morning I said as I walked in the classroom, and the whole classroom replied back. Finals are coming up and so is the weekend- only hours away, I wasn’t sure if I should spend the weekend studying or hanging out with my friends. The teacher kept on explaining all of the calculations and formulas during maths and I would write down notes, I sat back once the teacher had settled on one of the difficult formulas; it’s easy to tackle once you’ve grasped the concept. I love this place. Although at first I was so out of place and I literally looked odd, I feel comfortable around these people now, I feel like we go along. You could see potential hope in their eyes, most of them love studying just like me.
After university I walked back to my penthouse. I studied for three hours straight then I needed a break, so I went to the gym. I didn’t take so long because I had to go back to studying.