Campus Missed Connections Novels & Stories

I knit my brows in confusion, but then shrug and move to my own car to drive back to campus, to the main campus where my lectures are held. Halfway through my drive, it’s already 12 and i shoukd be in class, but my phone rings. My heart skips, and then freezes when I see the caller ID. It is Rhett calling.

Then our phones blared at the same time. ScorchWire. Passion University's most notorious social media platform. *SCORCHWIRE EXCLUSIVE: ALEXANDER PROJECT PAIRINGS DROPPED* [The wait is over besties. The most prestigious academic project of the year has announced its pairs. Check your emails for your partner assignment. May the odds be ever in your favor. You're gonna need them.] Side note: Someone explain why half the library just screamed simultaneously? 👀 Yeah the library group chat was shooting off scream emojis...

My mouth fell open. “Seriously?” I muttered, sitting up fast. I grabbed my phone from beside the clock and tapped the screen. Messages from Mary lit up one after another. Oh, My God! I had missed a ton of her calls. Mary: June!!! You alive? Mary: Call me when you get settled, girl. I miss you already Mary: Let’s meet up by evening? Cafeteria near the old spot tomorrow? We need to catch up. Mary: Don’t ghost me now that you’re in a mansion

We reached the loading dock. The cool night air hit my face, and for a second, I could breathe again. "Drive, Take the long way. Avoid the main campus gate." As we pulled away, I looked out the tinted window. I saw the crowd leaving the front of the rink. I saw people holding up their phones taking pictures and videos. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Missed Calls: Father Messages: Father Messages: Jax I opened Jax’s messages first.

she said. "Yes," I said. She looked at the commission. "The origin stays visible," she said. "Yes," I said. She picked up her scissors. She went back to her station. I went back to Ruth. --- Noah called at lunch. Not a call. Carver students did not have phones during school hours. A message through the school's system. Dr. Okonkwo's office had a contact function for families. The message said: *Noah asks that you check the waiting list number and compare it to the geological principle he sent last week. He says it confirms the hypothesis.*

My chain of thoughts broke when Jack patted my shoulders. " Coollip?" He asked and I nodded. He forwarded me a packet and I placed it under my tongue . I spat it outside the window after sometime and left the class as it's break time. My phone beeped with a message. " Emergency! Come to the tutorial room near the canteen." It's from Nandhini. I rushed to the tutorial room , I felt like something bad is gonna happen. My steps halted , my heart raced and I felt like my entire world turned upside down in just a moment , my legs shivered .

We’re all going to need everything to set up a dorm, as well as more clothes, stationery, and student stuff like bags, laptops, the works. When we get back to the house, lunch isn’t ready yet, so I retreat to my room to call Max. It just rings out. He must be training or something. I text him: Me: Hey, how are you? I miss you. I’m sorry I couldn’t message or call, the last base had no signal and no Wi-Fi. How’s camp? Call me when you can. Zxxx Then I type out messages to the others. Me: Hey, Zach. We’ve moved location again so I finally have signal. I’m sorry I couldn’t get in touch before. How’s camp? How is everyone? Missing you all. Zx

Makeup would have to wait; I could only manage a quick swipe of sunscreen. As I sprinted across campus, my phone kept buzzing non-stop. I glanced at the messages, each one increasing my anxiety: Message 1: Emily, where are you? Mrs. Frost is looking for you! Message 2: We've got a full house waiting to hear from Mr. Martin's speech! Message 3, Also, from my roommate Evelyn: Emily, I have to go home to Pennsylvania for a week due to family problems. You're in charge of the apartment for now. See you soon!

How many goodbyes she never understood. Eventually, she calms enough to let Mrs. Chen take her, though her grip lingers on my sleeve longer than it should. The bus ride to campus takes forty long minutes. When I step off, everything looks exactly the same. Students laughing. Music playing. Life moving forward without pause. Of course nothing’s changed. The world doesn’t stop just because mine feels unrecognizable. I check my phone to see three missed calls from my mom. Two texts from Amy asking if I’m okay.