Life.
Forever Wandering
This is a developing story of mine. Originally this started out in the blogs of Rpn, before the update. Now I will be putting them here. They will be broken into parts like how I originally started and will continue to be in parts. But to present them nicely they'll be in tabs. Read if you will, enjoy if you want. Main reason I'm posting this is cause I want it to be public and well so I have a place to keep them besides Google Docs. Well besides that, I bid you a fair day.
Another day, another class. My eyes aimlessly wandered around the room as I awaited for the beginning time for lecture. From the first day of classes I designated a seat at the end of the fifth row of the middle section seating of the auditorium. It allowed for easier access to exit once class ended so that I wouldn't be late to my next lecture. Some students were busy reviewing over notes, others browsing through their electronics, but most were huddled in groups talking in low voices about themselves. I unconsciously released a small sigh at the sight of people happily getting along. It's already been well over a month into the semester and I have to acquire a "friend". It also doesn't help that most mornings the seat next to me stays empty for the entirety of the lecture.
Most of the time I don't care for interaction but lately I've began feeling the edge of loneliness. My brain also reasoned that with a companion it'd be easier to study. Not a good excuse to procrastinate but I can't find myself focusing on work. As I sat there lost in thought, more people began arriving. The auditorium was slowly filling up. Not trying to have high hopes, I pulled my bag closer to me to allow easier access to walk through the row. But as the lights dimmed to signal the start of class I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Even the presence of a random stranger would be appreciated.
Dismissing my petty thoughts and emotions I shifted my focus onto the material of the class. Fifteen minutes past and my mind begins to wander again. Ugh why is it so hard to focus?
Lost in internally scolding myself I didn't notice a presence standing next to me as someone softly asked, "Is someone sitting there?" My initial thought was, 'Does it look like I'm saving it for someone?' But I automatically answered with a no. With the little distraction my mind re-focused itself onto the lecture once more refreshed from the small break. As the person began accommodating themselves to the seat I couldn't help but suddenly feel conscious of my actions. This was always an automatic thought process of mine. Are they judging my handwriting? Perhaps they're trying to see what they missed? Will they like to be my friend? The last thought is always far fetched though and my eyes close to the silliness of the thought.
Once I opened my eyes back up I decided to steal a glance at who was sitting next to me. Initially I didn't even look up to see their face or appearance or anything like that. In the midst of a semi-darkened room I could only grasp distinct features from the profile. But a tiny part of my brain was silently judging the appearance of the person. They were obviously a female who appeared to be around the same age as me. Clean face, unlike mine, and dirty blonde hair, compared to my dark brown color. Before she could catch me looking my eyes diverted away and fixed themselves onto the lecture slides for the rest of the time.
As the time approached the end I began putting away my things, readying myself to bolt out the door, so that I could get out of the way for others. But as I was standing up in unison with those fast escapees of class I felt a sudden pain shoot up my leg from my foot. I looked down and saw a Yeti cup that was instantly picked up the moment it landed on my foot. "I'm so sorry," came the fast apology. "You're fine," was my instant response. I turned not wanting to stay any longer but ended up getting stuck to the back of the crowd. A slight frown came on my face.
"Again I'm so sorry. You didn't get wet or anything right?" the girl came up right behind me. Her height reached to my shoulders. My eyes looked down and saw she was clenching the cup tightly till her knuckles were white not wanting to experience that embarrassment once more. "No, you're good." I had nothing else to say.
"My name's Vivian by the way."
I found it odd how she was introducing herself suddenly but to be polite I responded back, "Name's Riley." As soon as I felt that crowd diminishing I quickly made my way up the slope. Right before I walked out of the building I heard Vivian shout out something, "Have a good day!" I politely responded, "You too!"
Don't get your hopes up. This is probably the only morning you'll ever see her.
Or so I thought.
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