Monday, it was a confusing weather in confusion of blurry blue-yellow sunshine, the clouds were fairly slate grey, the confusing phenomenon were broken by hundred sparrows fluttering around, it was hard to predict future weather, will it rain or not?
Ten metres ahead, I saw students congregating in large numbers, I watched the adolescence in a clean white shirt and red tartan skirt and socks with freshly polished shoes. I walked the street observing everything going around in a steady movement. I gazed at the wild dandelions growing wildly on damaged walls, a janitor smiled at me unconditionally, a thin street dog barked at me.
Nevertheless, I reached my destination, I was on time, Nick waved at me and he was at the piazza staring carefully at the notice board.
"We will recieve our fruits tommorow", Nick informed.
"Fruits?", I asked.
"Results"
I was silent and that silence was ominous.
The bell rang and we went to our class. Mr. Walls was in a good mood and sang long-forgotten, irritating songs. He started to utter something, he was energetic, ready to kill happy birds.
"Helllloooo studenttttssss", he shouted with satisfactory smile. Most of the students did not respond him.
"You will get your result tommorow", he urged with great enthusiasm.
He was starting his lecture with foreign language (was it Scottish, French or German?), I later realised that it was my homely English. I desired to bang my head ten times feeling perplexed every second. My intelligent Rocky was merely listening him like an interesting action movie.
The second unknown professor came, she was pretty with grotesque English. I somehow bore her and the class hopefully ended fast.
It was a break, I saw my Rose in a pink gingham dress, she was talking to the same yesterday's five girls. The break ended, she went away not to her class but to the other route.
Her stalker (I) followed her, she went to the library. I never knew a sexy girl would be an ultimate book lover.
She turned her head and gazed at me. I unconsciously started picking up any book, that book was about butterflies.
"Hey", she suddenly glanced at me with profound and narrow eyes, she kept her hand gently on her waist and uttered, "Do you think I am a fool, why are you following me?".
"I am reading a book about butterflies", I answered.
"That's a book about flowers".
"I know", I said confidently, "I am going to start this book".
"Huh", she dragged chair , sat and read silently.
"Hey, we're friends", I uttered.
"Your ugly friendship", she exhorted.
She stood and searched for another seat. I followed her again.
"Don't irritate me. Stalking is a crime"
"I know I know", I said casually ,"But my friendship is not ugly".
"It's ugly. So why did you avoid me?"
"Because I don't want to talk to those five girls", I answered sharp.
"They are not evil as you think", she added, "Not evil like you gentleman".
The bell rang and our fight ceased. She swifly went away leaving her book ajar.
That class was off, the professor was absent. The students were discussing about results tommorow. I slept and my Rocky woke me. The classroom seemed deserted. I yawned and picked my bag. My Rose was again at the staircase with her mediocre friends and her boyfriend. So I choosed another way - the lift (which was only for working staffs and professors)