LOST

LOST

~~XAVIER~~

I returned very late last night, I had to spend as much time as I could with my family because we rarely get to spend much time together for a while now. I took the twins to the mall, bought some toys for them and some important things for myself, before taking the train back home. I have a class by 7am and I am already dressed and ready to go, I mean how dressed can I be other than a shirt and a jean trouser to complete the bad boy look. I don’t know how my department did it but I was added to a group chat with all my 'supposed' course mates. I left the room by 6:55 because the classes are walking distance from the house and I want to use the five minutes I have to look for where my class is being held, since I currently do not know my left from my right in this brand new wonderful school environment (spot the sarcasm)

I could have sworn that I had passed this biochemistry block sign at least two times, yet I still couldn’t, find the damn LHA classroom, what did LHA even mean. Quickly recalling my departmental group chat, I send a text asking were the classroom is, but I get no reply even after five minutes. I guess the lecturer is already in class, and no one want to be caught pressing their phone. By the time, my watch hit 7:18, I spun around on my feet, only for my bag to hit something or perhaps ‘someone’. I looked down to see my tiny little roommate with her books sprawled on the ground, ‘oh no, what have I done?’. I quickly helped her up and apologised, all the while, she kept giving me the stink eye which I didn’t really pay any heed to. I brushed past her after making sure everything with her was settled, “Don’t you have class?”, she said, stopping me in my tracks , I turned around and told her my situation, when she didn’t say anything, I turned around to leave when I saw her small shoulders shaking until she burst out laughing, the moment I heard her laugh, my heart stopped and I just stared at her, she quickly noticed me staring at her and she stopped laughing. She then explained that the class wasn’t really a classroom per say, it was the largest hall in the school that they used for formal occasions and that they are using that auditorium because all first-year students are taking this course, herself included. She told me she knew where the hall was, so I followed behind her like a lost puppy and found out that I had passed the hall we were having the class in twice. I let her know I would like to talk with her later tonight about something. Always collect your school map guys so you don’t end up like me.