At six-thirty, I was just finishing my day of school. Before going home to take a nap, I decided to go to the student lounge. Maybe my schedule had changed. I met Tarja there, glued to a course program.
“Hey,” I said over her shoulder.
She turned around with wide eyes.
“Whoa! You look rough! You look like a zombie! But what the hell did you do with your night?”
“Tarja, you’re not a real friend,” I scowled, “otherwise you would be lying to me, telling me that I’m beautiful!”
She stuck her tongue out at me mischievously.
“I have to run, I need to return documents to the secretariat before it closes, see you later.”
I nodded and watched her walk away.
I quickly checked my schedule for the rest of the week and left.
Just before leaving college, I saw Julia coming to meet me.
