Today...

*ding*
bus stopped
get off bus
walk to class
look at watch... 10 minutes late
rain drops
rain drops
raining
pull up hood
walk to class
raining hard
harder
too hard
pants all wet
bag all wet
jumper all wet
dripping
dripping
reached class

*click*
door opened
look in class
"shit, I don't know anyone here"
step outside
open agenda
"CVS lecture: Social Sciences Lecture Theatre"
fuck
fuck
fuck
wrong lecture room
fuck

walk in rain
dripping
cold
cold
freezing
pissed

walk into canteen
browse for drinks
orange juice
reach in right jeans pocket
money
money
money
$ 1.75
fuck
broke
walk to counter
"$ 1.70 please"
hand money
fake smile
walk to table
sit
sit
sit
sit
bored
sms
sms
sms
bored
sun shining
fuck

walk to computer lab
sit
sit
sit
sms
sms
sms
sms
browse
sms
sms
sms
sms

"why?"
...
...
"i dont know why.ask me sumting i can answer"
sms
sms
sms
sms
"leave me alone"
...
...
"why?"
...
...
...
...
...
...
i'm sorry
leave me alone

*4 hours later
"gw ga mau ngomong sama orang jahat
titik!"
...
...
fine

*1 hour later
still in the lab
an idiot screaming
"V is for Victory!!!"
dancing around
dancing around
...
...
...
my imagination punched him in the face
...

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