Million dreams
1529 Words
Section Three
Lea and Sandy left the classroom to go to their respective buildings since they were unable to stay in Sarha's for the time being. Hannah chose to take a stroll to the school's mini-park in order to get some fresh air since she had a few more minutes before her class. While there were still not many students about, she sat at the seat beneath the three and closed her eyes to delight in the atmosphere. However, an awful creaking sound that startled her forced her to open her eyes. Glancing towards the source of the ruckus, she saw Bhry Chu, the school's troublemaker, and scowled. He taunts and harasses certain students merely to feel good about himself, but because of his family's support of the school, he is never expelled. Hannah let out a sigh of disappointment and distaste for the person she was currently staring at. Hannah turned away the moment Bhry cast a quick glance in her direction and saw how distasteful her gaze was. Bhry gave Hannah a brief smile before moving away from the student he had been harassing and toward Hannah.
Upon noticing, Hannah got up and sprinted quickly to avoid coming into contact with Bhry. After a moment of shock, Bhry smiled because he now had a new target.
Hannah, meanwhile, ran with all of her strength and arrived at her classroom in less than three minutes. She sighed and scowled once more as she sat down. She had detested Bhry since high school because he was such a coward, taking advantage of people's emotions and everything. She will give him a real hard hit if she gets the chance, wanting to exact revenge on everyone he hurt. Hannah believes that some students, including herself, suffer from low self-esteem, depression, and fear because of Bhry.
Large and specifically built for performances, the media and production room is truly enormous. Usually only half full, the noise of graduating media and production students increased by three when the architecture students joined them.
Sarha glanced across the room, catching sight of Chyster and a few of his pals. She wonders if Chyster will remember her if they get acquinted for few more times. Then she mocked herself for coming up with a concept that has a 1% chance of succeeding. Sarha distracted herself by looking around the room; she became agitated due to the surrounding boys and the noise, but she managed to calm herself down by eating a chocolate bar. After a few more minutes,
“HARRY Baby!" With so much noise, a loud voice suddenly outscored them all. Sarha looked at the man in the back with frustration and she saw Bhry Chu.
“here comes the troublemaker.”
“who? Bhry?” Hyna curiously asking Sarha
“Are there others?”
“yes, he is a troublemaker, but he’s cute,” Sarha coughed as she heard what Hyna said and turned her back to her as she saw her smirking with excitement.
“how could people be blinded of looks?” she silently said.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Eleonor entered their room.
“Good morning, my dear students, I would like your attention and ears,” she said with a normal tone and the whole room was silenced. Sarha grinned, never failing to be impressed by Mrs. Eleonar's strength. She is one of the scariest professors at the university and will punish without hesitation if she says she will.
Mrs. Eleonor, who has a strong relationship with the university president, says she can do anything she wants to her students as long as it is for their benefit and discipline. "Media and production students, I would like you to welcome your whole semester classmates, the graduating architecture students. They are here with you because they have done unacceptable thing to me and they got punished for the whole semester. If you do not behave, prepare not to graduate this school year."
"Students of media and production, get ready to oversee various performances throughout the semester. Meanwhile, students of architecture, understand that you have a ton of drawings and projects on your plate, but you forced me to finish it. You will be the performers that the media and production students will oversee." Sarha grinned broadly and became ecstatic as she spoke, while the students of architecture began to grumble and complain.
"Hey! Quit complaining and making noise; I said what I wanted to be done. If you are not happy, get out of this hall right now." At that point, the entire room fell silent once more.
As soon as Mrs. Eleonor said, "you will be divided into two groups; both will compete for the best performances and be computed in the final term. The group that gets the highest score will get a passing score and for the group that loses, you need to do another performance for you to pass it and expect it to be hard," Sarha noticed that everyone was becoming tense.
"Well, do not worry too much; today is just the first day. I will let you enjoy your friends' company and I will just meet you at our next meeting for the grouping and orientation of performances for the entire semester. God bless you," Mrs. Eleonor said, before she left the hall and the commotion resumed. Sarha walked out of the room quickly, to the library, where she spent some time idling since all she was hearing were whining and complaints.
Walking to the canteen for a snack after class, Sandy asked, "Are we required to attend the welcoming party?" Their school usually throws a welcome party every first day of classes.
“Nope,” Sarha simply replied
“But let’s attend, please,” Lea pleaded with matching cute eyes
“No,” Hannah said with a soft voice.
“please Hannah, please guys, it is our last year as college students; don’t you want to enjoy it?” -Lea
“Okay, but we will not finish it,” Sandy answered, then Lea reacted excitedly.
“what time is it? I think it started already,” Lea said as she heard music from their auditorium
“lets go!” Lea excitedly said, almost pulling everyone to walk faster.
"but aren't we going to eat a snack first?" Sarha complained, as she didn't want to attend the welcoming party
"nope, not now" Lea disappointed Sarha as she can't stop her friend attending the party
I close my eyes and I can see
The world that's waiting up for me
That I call my own
Through the dark, through the door
Where no one's been before
But it feels like home
They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy
They can say, I've lost my mind
I don't care; I don't care, so call me crazy
We can live in a world that we design
'Cause every night I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's going to take
Oh a million dreams for the world we're going to make
There's a house we can build
Every room inside is filled
Things from far away
The special things I compile
Each one is there to make you smile
On a rainy day
They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy
They can say, We've lost our minds
I don't care; I don't care if they call us crazy
Runaway to a world that we design
Every night, I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's going to take
Oh a million dreams for the world we're going to make
However big, however small
Let me be part of it all
Share your dreams with me
You may be right, you may be wrong
But say that you'll bring me along
To the world, you see
To see the world, I close my eyes.
I close my eyes to see
Every night, I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
A million dreams, a million dreams
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's going to take
A million dreams for the world we're going to make
For the world, we're going to make
The song began as soon as the four arrived at the auditorium and saw Celestial Rhythm in front of the stage. They are left standing at the entrance; almost all the chairs are seated. Sarha stood at the back, her gaze fixed on the man in front of her, strumming the guitar with such compassion and singing from the bottom of his heart. Chyster has always been more vibrant and cool when he is singing and strumming his guitar, even back in high school. Sarha couldn’t help but smile.
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