EVE
I stormed across campus, clutching my ridiculous accounting textbook like it owed me money. My bag kept sliding off my shoulder, my shoes were pinching, and the sun felt like it had chosen me, personally, to fry alive today.
"Perfect," I muttered, dragging my feet up the stone steps that led to the Business Faculty. "Just… perfect."
Resuming college when most of my mates were already making money and posting engagement photos on i********: was humiliating enough. But walking into a class full of eighteen-year-olds who looked like they had their entire lives figured out? That was the real torture.
I hated this already.
Someone brushed past me on the stairs, bumping my shoulder hard enough to make me stumble. I heard their laughter and the whispers that followed, low but
