I'm now in my room and still thinking about what happened earlier. My mind is spacing when our class started at that time. If you're asking me why?I'm such a believer. I believe in history, scientists, theories, and magic. I know it sounds so weird, but when you dig in to those untold stories, your mind will be blown.
Actually, my mom is always yelling at me and questioning me why I always read that kind of stuff. I do wonder too, but my guts always make me do it and search for it.For example, right now, I'm deciding to search for information about the inside of the earth.
You can't live and see the inner earth, according to these articles, because As you can see, you do not make it very far on your journey through the earth before dying.
Then why does that book suspect and write a fiction about the earth's interior? There's no air, they say. And is there a black hole after the inner core?This is making my head ache.
Imagine that you are digging a thousand kilometers. However, in only half of the earth's mantle, the deeper you go, the greater the extreme pressure and temperature excess.
You can already die from the heat. Then why is that book speculating this suspicion? I know this is just some kind of what if, but if people have that thought in their minds, I know something can't be hidden.
I was playing with my ballpen and spinning my hands around when I heard a knock at my door. I know Mom will enter and ask me to eat. My mind is just busy tonight and I can't help myself to not just think about it.
I put the pen on the table and walked through the door. She faced me with a smile wearing a chef hat.
Let's eat, darling. I know you're tired. " She spread her arms and pulled me closer. My heart warmed when she did that. She put her hands on my head and tapped my head. even though papa isn't here. Mom always assured me and showed me the love that I could never be jealous of.
"Let's go?" I stared at her and nodded my head. She puts so much effort into dishes that I always remember the days when I was young and Papa was the one who was always doing this for us. But I'm happy that Momeb is trying her best at everything.
After our dinner, I went back to my room and started reading our topic for tomorrow. I've decided to just leave it here and forget it because I need to study for my exam. Sometimes I don't take reviews for exams because I trust my stock knowledge, and, surprisingly, my scores are still the highest. When my eyes were burned by light and radiation and I was already tired, I gave up and took my medicine right before I slept.
Seems like a long day for me.
-THE NEXT DAY-
I was rushing and brushing my hair intensively. Time is really so fast if you are not waiting for something or someone, but when you are, it feels like a century, begging the universe to stay like that forever.
I went downstairs with my bag and found Mom getting ready to leave. Without further ado, I pick up my own key and drive alone.
"Darling, I will take you to your school." I heard Mom hesitated to let me drive 'cause it's just last month, I think. She still guides me when I know the rules and regulations even after I passed my driving lesson.
"Mom, I can drive already." Please... Allow me from now on. " I said to my mother, pleading with my voice and rubbing my hands with the keys.She looked so concerned and was stuttering to answer, but in the end, she just let me go.
I smiled and started the engine.This car was a gift from my mom on my last 18th birthday. The best birthday gift as of now I adjust my uniform from thigh to sleeve.Our uniform is designed in dark blue, black, green, and red.
Our skirt is checkered with dark red and black, while the necktie is a blueish and green mix. And the lines on the outer fabric are blue. The rest are white.It's not actually pretty, but after all, it was a good combination.
I park my car in the parking area of the school, located at the back. Our school is really big and fancy.Just for elegance, people. There's so much bullying and criticism behind this popular university. Even though I love mysteries and adventures, I don't like spotlights.
I saw Mr. Narch talking to other history major teachers. And when I looked straight at my view, I saw Ms. Alice. She was looking back straight at me. I looked to the other side to not see her face, but she called me.
"Ms. Hermes, I need you from my office later. Maybe at break time you should see me there. Take Mr. Henero with you. We need to talk. " She said, then she swung her fan. My consciousness back when I saw her far from me.
Why is she so serious and what is it that we need to talk about together with that guy? Should I come or not? Ms. Alice, on the other hand, will undoubtedly disappoint me.
My shoulders look like I weigh a lot of kilograms because I'm walking like a zombie through our room. Our vice president immediately looked at me when he saw me.
"Do you have a part-time job at night? You look like you could carry a whole damn world with your presence."He frankly said to me and i fake my laugh at him. I sat lazily on my seat and lay my head on my arms.
The noisiness of the classroom silenced when our first teacher came. And it enters Mr.Narch, he silently put his clutch bag and sit.
"Prepare the yellow pad. Remember to encode your names and section.Without names and section acquired, the score will automatically be zero. Understand? " His orderly voice surrounded the room.and started writing on the whiteboard. My classmates groaned and made assumptions for the surprise quiz.
"S-si-sir..aren't you supposed to teach us first before the test?" They look so tense and nervous as well, knowing Prof. Narc will not accept it.
"Starting at one..." He ignored my classmate and started uttering the questions. I immediately wrote the numbers according to his order. I smirk. That's why he is my favorite teacher here. He's such a philosopher, and it's frightening. But out of school, he's such a good mentor and he's kind. My mom is close to him.
I gasped after we finished the quiz. My arm hurts because he is such a fast talker. My classmates were arguing for awhile because I saw them copying each other's answers. I sometimes gave them my answer too, but now I don't.
"Okay we're done, Ms.Hermes could you please collect their papers and put here infront...?