DICHOTOMY™

• ALGORITHM •

8:55 a.m.

Run away! Hide! They will loathe you! Stupid girl. They don't even know you.

Alex shut her eyes as if trying to shut down that nagging inside her head. Although it was futile, she let it go.

She quickly exhaled and inhaled and exhaled. Once she felt her nerves were calmed down, she opened them clear behind her glasses, her eyebrows furrowed.

With her lips sealed, she took a deep breath in and decided to not waste any time. With that, she then slowly pushed open the big, heavy door with her shoulders.

She gave a light sigh. She was not late and she had made it to the correct class. So far, everything was in line.

She calmly treaded her light footsteps forward, away from the door. Peaking her head up, she saw the large auditorium lecture hall already seating almost a hundred or so students.

Everyone had already taken their places, and she was the last one to arrive. She saw few students looking her way as they noticed a late comer.

So much to remain unnoticed.

She plastered her eyes quickly to the floor and made a beeline up the hall stairs to her seat in the farthest right corner behind, so as to not grab anymore unwanted attention. It was better that way; the stares only made her uncomfortable.

And she was successful. Now, no one was looking at her, everyone was back to what they were doing. She was back to being a nobody.

Everything was perfect. Everything was in line.

Everything, planned and performed in perfect synchronization with her algorithm.

Alexandra Bridgette lived her life by an algorithm. As she liked to refer to the set of rules and regulations.

An algorithm to survive as the best of the fittest, without catching even a single non - beneficial eye.

After all, you need to give to gain.

She was not a very much fan of the 'giving' part, not anymore at least.

Gain things without a hassle. Do not get involved in any tiring, exhausting mess. Steer clear of anyone unless there is a prospective.

Live like a quiet, twenty-one-year-old socially awkward woman, who rarely talked to strangers unless talked to. And crawl back in her shell after she was done earning money to feed herself and crack the bills.

She avoided dealing with people. A perfect loner, one might say.

Not that she hated people. She just had worst experiences with them since she could remember. She would welcome a few involvements. She was not stupid. She was anything but that. She could speak for herself.

So, unfortunately or fortunately, if she did have to deal with anyone, however small or big the interaction, she would just remain quiet and speak and act as little as required, only if needed.

But people need something on you to deal back, a front, a persona. So, she put up an indifferent front.

She wished she was.

Look at those kids, Alexandra. All colorful faces, all hued with different shades of goodness and farce.

Yours? Do you even have one?

She looked at the cheery and gloomy faces of all those people that surrounded her. And as the day dragged on with the professors going in and out with the lectures, she couldn't agree more with those voices.