Two months later.
My eyes opened abruptly when I suddenly remember I'm going to be f*****g late for class.
Shit. This is so f*****g cliche.
I hurriedly got up from my awkward sleeping position. I was relieved to see the book that have become my pillow has no drool. It was 2am when I saw the time before I drifted to sleep. And now it's 930am. My class is 10am. I'm going to be so screwed. We have a freaking exam. I didn't pull an all nighter just to fail. My dad left out the fact that studying business isn't a walk in the park.
Well, I survived a bone crushing muscle twisting military drills. So I guess it's okay?
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I am late. Very late. I thought as I ran in the hallways of NYU. I ran as fast as I could. I almost slid past my room.
"S-sorry I'm late Mr.-" I cut myself off when I re
