Lesung Di Bawah Mata Novels & Stories

" The wolf whined softly, as if in agreement, and I continued to pet it, lost in my own thoughts, feeling peace wash over me. Because I stayed outside, I got little sleep, and the next morning in the lecture hall, my eyes drooped with sleepiness, and the presenter's dull voice lulled me to sleep. She was discussing Luna's political functions. The presenter droned on, and my eyes glazed over; my head began to nod forward. I tried to fight it, but my eyelids became too heavy. I felt the matron's stick on the back of my seat. "Get up, you sleepyhead.”

I launch into the lesson, trying to hold myself outwardly together, but deep down I am dying, and all I can wonder is how she is so composed when I’m barely holding it together. The students’ eyes are still on me, but I can sense the curiosity in their movements as they continuously steal glances at Juniper. I continue, forcing my way through the lecture, which feels similar to fighting an opponent during a game of fencing or taking combat lessons as an alpha prince. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I reach the end of the lecture. I snap the tablet shut, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

A few students broke into laughter. "Well," Professor Hartley sighed as he walked over, "that's certainly one way to prove why concentration matters." My face turned red. "Sorry….again." "No injuries, fortunately." He moved the ruined flask aside and handed me another. "Let's try that one more time, with your attention in the room this time." A wave of embarrassed chuckles spread through the class. I wished the floor would open and swallow me. The rest of the lecture didn't go much better. At one point, I found myself staring out the laboratory window, watching leaves dance in the afternoon breeze without really seeing them.

“I see, ‟ said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window.” The old professor scanned the crowded lecture hall from behind a dark brown wooden lectern. “How many of you can tell me what book starts like that? Raise your hands.” Perched on a comfortable cushioned seat in the top row of the amphitheater-style classroom, Leesa recognized the quote. She looked down on a sea of raised hands, amazed at how many seats were filled. Close to a hundred kids, she guessed, twice as many as in her other classes. Except for her row, which was only about half full, there were few empty seats. To her left, a group of seven or eight guys and girls clad in black were clu

The last sigh of the night surrendered my eyelids to the gentle tide of sleep that washed over me, drawing me into the depths of slumber. 'Tomorrow was going to be a long day…' ***** The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of chatter as I walked through the rows, searching for an empty seat. My fingers grazed the worn wood of the desks, each touch echoing the tremor in my heart. I found a seat near the back, the silence around me a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling within my head. Every time someone walked into the hall, my head snapped up, anticipation tingling in my fingertips.

The scrape of the chalk sounded louder than it should have; it sounded like an announcement. He never wasted a moment on small talk. He turned and began his lecture. His voice was low and precise, the kind that made the room fall still. But my head wouldn’t settle. Joan’s look kept replaying in my mind. Jeile’s disgusted face. Selene’s warning in my dream. Everything was a thrum behind my eyes, and Dante’s words slipped past me. I was there with my body, not with my head. Then his voice pulled straight at me.

Chapter 135 Nina’s POV The lecture hall smelled like old wood and fresh coffee. I sat in the back row with my hoodie pulled low over my face, trying to disappear into the seat. It did not work. People kept staring. Some whispered. Others gave me those looks — the kind that said they had heard things. I kept my head down and focused on the notebook in front of me. My hand shook a little as I wrote. Everything felt too loud. Too bright. Too many eyes on me.

I tried to concentrate, I process what Lidya has said. The lecturer was young and she has black pair of eyes? But why I saw different? I blink my eyes, trying to process her sentence. "What did you said?" Lidya cross her hands in front of her chest. "It should be ME, Laila... to ask you that question. You better sleep at night... you ARE hallucinating in bright day, and worse-at the class." "I'm not hallucinating or even dreaming!!" Now I'm confused. "That was... English, right? Our previous class? Teaching tenses?"

I tend to concentrate on the lecture but it was getting hard to control my sleepy eyes, adding to that the lecture is also boring and puts me to sleep. Looking around, I saw students being very focused on this boring lecture, and I just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. because each passing minute felt like ages. I glanced at my wrist watch, ten more minutes for the lecture to end. rubbing my eyes I tried to get rid of my sleepy eyes. At this point I regret not sleeping well last night. As my mind mentioned last night, my lips curved into small silly smiles.