THE SUN IS COMING down on the stone walls, the shadows forming an eerie imagery. It's warm. The kind of warm that makes you wonder if you should dress for the cold, or undress for the heat. The kind of warm that makes you uncomfortable, envelopes you in a blanket of humidity.
Among the seas of students rushing towards their morning classes, a girl swipes her forehead. Sighing, she hauls her backpack further up her shoulder, the weight of her binder weighing in on her. With her jean clad legs and black converse, she stumbles around, crashing into fellow collegemates. As she crashes into a certain boy, his sweaty arm rubbing against hers, she winces. He apologises profusely before being pulled away by his friend. She just nods her head in acknowledgment.
She hates physical contacts. She dislikes people.
The thought of cutting class invades her mind, but she knows that Mr. Katja is a spawn of Satan and will have her ass for doing so. So she pushes that thought aside, takes a deep breath, and continues her long walk to the other side of the campus.
As she bends down to tie her laces, she sees a burst of movement from her peripheral vision and her head shoots up, turning left and right in a frantic to attempt to find the source, yet coming up with nothing.
She sees a redhead– the kool-aid spill kind of red, walking in the opposite direction, his eyes cast downward and his earphones plugged in. His head bobs up and down, seeming to enjoy a melody of the rock genre.
When she thinks she's staring, she looks away, stands back up and starts walking to her class. She pulls out her phone, just to see that she's got not more than five minutes to get to class. So she picks up her pace, jogs, through the empty hallways. She sees a girl around her age, standing outside the literature classroom with a frown etched upon her face. Something tells her that something's wrong, because the girl is immobile, her chest steady.
But she pays no heed. She know she should, but she's learned not to care. So she presses her feet harder. Runs faster. She sees a girl in the distance, her eyes crinkled as she looks at the canvas in her hands. She's frozen, just like the other girl.
Midway, she pauses. Her feet never touch the ground. In a flash, she sees four boys and three girls, people she's never seen before smiling cynically at her. Then she feels something pressing against her chin, and she loses her senses all over again.
a/n: the first few chapters are kinda confusing but you'll know what all this means soon
YOU ARE READING
hail trials + 5sos
Fanfiction"you find yourself, and you find your way out." except, it's never that easy. // in which a generation woven together with trust issues is given one task; to trust. to run, to jump, to love, and to do anything it takes.
