Hair, nothing sticking out - Check.
Shirt, straight - Check.
Skirt, straight - Check.
Face, nothing weird on it - Check.
Okai Lyra, now take a deep breath and just walk in.
You'll look fine - hopefully.
With her books in hand and all the guts
her body could muster, Lyra stopped talking to herself
and decided to enter lecture theatre.
She laid her weight against the handle
and pushed the heavy door open.
Fumbling in,
Her eyes adjusted to the bright lights,
Her ears took in the new found volume of chatter
and Her nose, the smell of new clothes.
Unconsciously, her vision focused to scan the clothes
of her classmates-to-be, then flickered back to her own
for confirmation.
And all these, surprisingly, happened in a matter of seconds.
"okai, at least I look normal." she muttered under the noise,
Then realising she's been holding her breath all these while.
"Breeathe. Now all you have to do is stay calm and find a seat" , continuing her attempt
to organise her actions.
Taking a place located at the furthest, most desolated corner,
Lyra took comfort in the fact that she could see the mass but
they couldn't see her.
She then began unpacking her stationary,
but not before taking a glance at the entire mass to uncover any weird stares.
Thankfully, there weren't any.
However, quicker than she would like, all her stationary were
set out neatly in a minute.
For a brief awkward moment she bit her lips,
her mind in turbulence, wondering what to do next.
Arriving at an idea, she dived into her bagpack to
pull out a book. Then plunged her mind
immediately into it, to mask her nerves.
Unfortunately, under all the noise and jitter
her concentration was fraying.
For minutes she remained on the same page,
reading the same word thrice over.
Not giving up, she resorted to a mini battle in her mind
to regain her concentration.
That, nevertheless, failed.
Once again Lyra fret to find something else to do.
This time however a clear voice from beside her
penetrated her thoughts.
Involunteerily, she drew in a short sharp breath
and looked to her right,snapping out of her thoughts.
There she saw a white smile beaming at her.
" Is anyone sitting there?", the lad pointed to the chair beside her.
Stunned for a moment, she didn't reply.
Then suddenly comprehending his question, Lyra floundered to answer it.
" Yes - I mean no, no, no one's sitting here. You may have it.",
she said then proceeding to return a grin.
_____________________________________________________________
oh no oh no oh no, school's starting.
is it wrong to feel afraid/nervous/uneasy/dead?
The above is only the best case scenario.
help.
Shirt, straight - Check.
Skirt, straight - Check.
Face, nothing weird on it - Check.
Okai Lyra, now take a deep breath and just walk in.
You'll look fine - hopefully.
With her books in hand and all the guts
her body could muster, Lyra stopped talking to herself
and decided to enter lecture theatre.
She laid her weight against the handle
and pushed the heavy door open.
Fumbling in,
Her eyes adjusted to the bright lights,
Her ears took in the new found volume of chatter
and Her nose, the smell of new clothes.
Unconsciously, her vision focused to scan the clothes
of her classmates-to-be, then flickered back to her own
for confirmation.
And all these, surprisingly, happened in a matter of seconds.
"okai, at least I look normal." she muttered under the noise,
Then realising she's been holding her breath all these while.
"Breeathe. Now all you have to do is stay calm and find a seat" , continuing her attempt
to organise her actions.
Taking a place located at the furthest, most desolated corner,
Lyra took comfort in the fact that she could see the mass but
they couldn't see her.
She then began unpacking her stationary,
but not before taking a glance at the entire mass to uncover any weird stares.
Thankfully, there weren't any.
However, quicker than she would like, all her stationary were
set out neatly in a minute.
For a brief awkward moment she bit her lips,
her mind in turbulence, wondering what to do next.
Arriving at an idea, she dived into her bagpack to
pull out a book. Then plunged her mind
immediately into it, to mask her nerves.
Unfortunately, under all the noise and jitter
her concentration was fraying.
For minutes she remained on the same page,
reading the same word thrice over.
Not giving up, she resorted to a mini battle in her mind
to regain her concentration.
That, nevertheless, failed.
Once again Lyra fret to find something else to do.
This time however a clear voice from beside her
penetrated her thoughts.
Involunteerily, she drew in a short sharp breath
and looked to her right,snapping out of her thoughts.
There she saw a white smile beaming at her.
" Is anyone sitting there?", the lad pointed to the chair beside her.
Stunned for a moment, she didn't reply.
Then suddenly comprehending his question, Lyra floundered to answer it.
" Yes - I mean no, no, no one's sitting here. You may have it.",
she said then proceeding to return a grin.
_____________________________________________________________
oh no oh no oh no, school's starting.
is it wrong to feel afraid/nervous/uneasy/dead?
The above is only the best case scenario.
help.