Chapter 6
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I arrived home yesterday panting from so much running and with my heart beating out of my chest.
Mom was still asleep, so I quickly got into the shower to calm myself down, then sat next to her and put my headphones in my ears. When she woke up we went to eat something at The Dinky Bar and Chicken near college.
I would have eaten a burger, but my mother still keeps me away from junk food even though I no longer have any such restrictions. I'm not protesting.
She's been worried for too long and I don't want to cause her any more anxiety. After the meal we retire to the hotel room and my mother falls asleep in no time. I tried to do that too, but the dreams started again. This time it was not the voice, nor the field, nor the chasm. In fact, it was quite a beautiful dream.
I think my imagination has started to play more mischievous since I'm allowed to do anything, because I dreamed of a couple very much in love and happy.
The image was vague and blurry, more like shadows, and even though I was so present and felt what they were feeling, I knew I wasn't the person in the dream. I never had a boyfriend, I didn't want anyone to carry the burden of my fragile health so I rejected any form of connection, whether it was friends or more. But among my dreams of a perfect life I also imagined one in which I had a lover. And being an incurable romantic..everything was perfect. Just like in a dream.
The morning sun is now streaming through the bedroom window and all I can think about is the dark circles I surely have. There are only 3 hours left until the meeting with the dean of the faculty and I'm already exhausted. I take a quick shower, pull on some sweatpants, a black t-shirt and a hoodie, put on my sneakers and go downstairs to find something for breakfast and two coffees.
Time is enough, so I sit on the bench in front of the hotel and admire the people hurrying past me. Everyone is in a hurry, some to work, some to other things. No one takes time to breathe and enjoy life, when life is so short and precious that it is not worth going through it chasing after material things.
I take a deep breath filling my lungs and head for the coffee pot. I order two lattes and two croissants and after a quick look around I head back to the hotel room.
— Are you awake yet? I ask my mother who is wandering around the hotel room. I had coffee and something for breakfast, I complete.
— Super. We eat quickly and then leave for university. I hope you don't go dressed like that, she says giving me a questioning look.
I howl with laughter.
— No, mother. I'm going to get that fancy red suit you bought me.
She gives me a smile as she sips from the cardboard cup full of coffee and I'm stuck for a few seconds to admire her. She is such a beautiful woman despite the hardships she has been through and I am proud that I look so much like her.
We are both brunettes with long hair of average height. From her I got the generous body shapes, but while she has green eyes, I inherited my father's golden-brown ones. In the dark they are brown, but in the sunlight they take on a bright golden hue.
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15 minutes have passed since we have been waiting in front of the dean's office. Although we were scheduled earlier, it seems that one of the students here was caught drinking and started a fight with another colleague. A problem child, the secretary calls him.
My mom seems worried about the situation and I know she's afraid to leave me alone around people like that, but stuff like this happened even at my high school in Glen Rock so I'm not too surprised.
Shortly after, a guy about two meters tall, dressed all in black, comes out of the office, slamming the office door hard. I can't see his face, but my gaze stays fixed on him and a feeling hard to describe comes over me. I feel like going after him to comfort him, but the secretary runs her hand gently through my hair and wakes me up from the spell that has taken over me.
"He was one of our best students, but life changed him," she says softly, just for me to hear.
A lump settles in my throat and it's like all I want to do is go back to my room, pull the blinds to let in no more light, and pull the covers over my head.
— Good morning Mrs. Hall, miss.. I apologize for the delay, but an unforeseen situation has arisen, says the dean and directs us with a gesture of his hand to his office.
A massive, imposing guy with glasses and a bald head, who at first glance seems to me the perfect person for the position he holds. Although he commands so much respect, his smile is warm and understanding. The kind of man who knows when to strike fear, or when to show understanding.
After brief introductions, we sit on the comfortable chairs in the office, in front of him, and he says.
— Miss Aimee, I looked over your results from Glen Rock High and was pleasantly surprised. Every year you have been the head of promotion, and we would be more than delighted to welcome you among us.
I thank him with a smile for the flattering words, and he continues to introduce us to the areas of study, the development programs, and the one thing that really impressed me..the financial aid program.
Thank God, we have no problems with money, but they have a much more generous offer than other faculties and I am sincerely glad that people in need can be helped.
— Unfortunately, due to the small incident earlier I won't be able to personally introduce you to the university because I have to attend an important meeting, but I asked one of our best students to accompany you and introduce everything to you.
At that moment, a short, brunette girl walks into the office with an infectious smile, as if she knows the perfect moment to make her entrance.
We say goodbye and continue the tour with Emma as she introduced herself. She shows us the inside of the university, the study halls, we run into the campus and head for the exit where we say our polite goodbyes.
Yes, this is where I want to study.
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