I tried hard on the test. Well, not hard. I try to read and reviewed yet nothing gets inside my head. Tests are not my specialty and I have to review and review or whatnot. I only wanted to study when it was about an interesting subject, like psychology, literature, and English. But fuck it, it's not that I don't like my course.
"Note us when everything is settled, Maeve." One of my classmates told me with a cleverish grin. I snigger.
"When something gets in on my head." I look at my close friend in my college life. She memorizes a few of it and I don't memorize a single thing except Public Relations. "Therese, you got me right." I wink.
Once the papers were distributed, I started answering and glancing at my side's paper. Our professor doesn't pay attention though she knows that we are copying each other. That's our team worked in our block. Just to graduate together.
Lots of questions weren't on the handouts. It is more of analyzation and situational that uses commonsense. That's what I like about it, yet I must be so sure about my answer.
Once that we had sent it, I started plugging my earphones to relax my mind. We got another test to go and my friend memorized a few of it since I couldn't memorize anything at all when I am stressed and overthinking.
I got home around seven. There are two males on our sofa, and it seemed that my aunt and mom are entertaining them since my dad wasn't around. Maybe someone that they know. Yet they both look so elegant and all.
This wasn't just imagination and all, but both are good looking and lean. Just what I like to imagine every night and on my novels. However, I wouldn't have someone like that. Because I'm short, I'm curvy and I'm not beautiful enough. Well, that's what I thought though people said that I am beautiful.
No, they wouldn't be mine. Why? Because they might be like my father who is an alcoholic and probably has a mistress. I now decide that I'll be all alone in my life. Make my own business and give my mom and my spinster aunt a luxury.
I nodded at them and walk directly to our room, removing my shoes and put it aside and get in.
Would someone change my decision? Or would I ever get a chance to find someone that is truly a match for me? My soulmate? It's not bad to believe, but somehow, as I realize things, I'm afraid of getting hurt.