Mr. Patrick was looking at a stone - faced Niran, his hands clasped on her thesis papers, "Ms.Williams, what are these?"
"Thesis Papers?" she cocked her brows
"I know, but it needs more....what to say....more words..."
"You say a 102 page booklet full of words is not enough?"
"No..No..It lacks...poetic sense."
"Fancy words?" Niran sighed, "Uhm....I have used enough. Wouldn't it be sufficient?"
"You have to enhance it even more. Have you seen Marguerite's paper?"
"You mean that Alumni's paper you showed me?"
"Yes it is. How lovely the paper was! The way she described Shakespeare's Romeo Juliet as 'The Brightest Ruby on Shakespeare's Crown', Muah!" Mr.Patrick blew a chef's kiss.
"She had just literally written the whole poem and explained it as it is without going in depth!"
"No.no....There was an essence in it, the words she chose-"
"I'm gonna do the same."
"Do what?"
"Like you said? Filling up pages with the actual poems rather than the research of it."
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" Mr.Patrick slammed his hand hard on the desk, which made his coffee spill all over the thesis papers.
His eyes widened in shock whole Niran clenched her teeth, "That took me almost a month" she muttered to herself, pissed off.
"I'm....I'm really...so...sorry..I didn't mean to-"
"You want me to redo, right?"
"That's...Yeah...sort of.."
"Thank you." She turned to leave
"Ms..Ms.Williams?" She turned, cocking her brow
"Your thesis papers."
"That was before you threw your latte on it."
"I....What am I gonna do with it?"
"Drop that in TRASH."
She walked away but turned to him again, as if remembering something.
"Mr.Patrick. This ain't the 1st time you've spilled drinks onto important things."
Mr.Patrick gulped, "No..I-"
"Last week Wednesday at 10.31 am, you dropped your Americano on Principal's Campaign event agenda and spilled your coke on Ellie's wedding card at 3.45 pm on a Friday two months ago. So for Heaven's sake..."
Mr.Patrick looked terrified, "How do you rem-"
"Never have drinks with you if you're too dumb to handle it." she slammed the door, the sound resonating in the whole corridor.
"Gotta go check the library yet again"
she sighed and walked her way to library, hissing in anger.
"Hey Mrs. Giggins.."
"Shhhhh..."
Mrs.Giggins pointed to a board
PLEASE MAINTAIN SILENCE
"Yeah yeah...I'm quiet now okay? Shhh...qUiEt.."
she mimicked her and headed to the English literature section.
After a few minutes, she came back, hands holding books stacked as a tower.
"Uff!" She kept the books with a loud thud, making everyone look up from their books.
"Shhhhh!" Mrs.Giggins signed yet again, pushing her sliding glasses upto her eyes.
"Sorry" Niran mouthed her apology and flopped on the chair, looking weary at the sight of the piled books.
"Be more poetic? Urgh.. Why did I chose English Lit?"
And yes she did, with all her heart. It was the only thing she cherished about her long lost mom- Her love for poetry. That's the only thing she remembered about her. Her cooking, her smile, her voice, love, care; Niran couldn't even remember her face or how she looked like.
But one thing stayed forever- the pain when she went missing. Niran's memory became photogenic from that day and she couldn't remember any of those things happened before. Her father tried to cheer her up but he was too busy in his mythological research stuff that he couldn't see her daughter bullied at school for having a runaway mom or screaming at night because of the pain and hurt she had of her.
Niran always hated her mother but somehow felt an attraction towards English Literature. So, even if she cursed herself for chosing it, she would go for this course again, had given a chance to switch majors.
As she came up for air after staying buried into 'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell' by William Blake, she found a boy opposite to her.
Tall, strikingly handsome, his body turned to a side, his dark brown iris focusing on the book he held, his messy curls swaying to the gentle breeze in a rhythm.
But it was the book that caught Niran's eye.
"Lucid Dreaming- The Art of Psychic?"
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