The shop also gave off a glowing aura from the lamps on the walls, along with the openness of the room. Walking in further, the room indicated to be rustic and worn, with dusty maroon curtains and slightly chipped wood on the stained walls. Well, there’s no harm in checking it out, it’s still open and just browsing can be fun.Ī small chime of a bell rang as I entered and the chill of the outside subsided compelling me to take off my heavy coat. Strange how any shops would still be open this late into the evening. Noticing the freshly cut lawns and the dimly lit rooms behind each curtain coming from the houses and apartments contrary to his place.įinding myself further up the street there came a quaint building I hadn’t seen before, a maroon-coloured shop with yellow windows, tinted by the inside lights. I walked down the barren street, taking in the atmosphere of the neighbourhood which was brand new to me. After all, I think I deserve a break from studying and a change of scenery would do me good anyway. "Some hot soup sounds quite nice, I think I'll spoil myself for once."Īlong with some good food, taking a detour home would do me well. The evening winter chill hit my face as I passed through the campus doors, turning my nose and ear tips pink and my breath creating smoke clouds in front of me with each exhale. Passing through the hall towards the door, a wall of trophies and awards cast a wave of hope in me as many of the names on that wall spelled out my name “Top in History, Elias Ashborn”, “Top in Political sciences, Elias Ashborn”, “Top in English, Elias Ashborn.” I’m glad to have been a successful student my whole life, so my test tomorrow should be a sweep. I packed up my papers, and pens, and started to leave along with my small waist-side bag, dark coat and scarf, making sure to grab the keys to lock up after I left since the cleaners had already left earlier too. "Sigh, guess I should head off, it's late." I've been staying at my university library later and later these days as my final exams are coming up soon. Somehow I’ve sat studying for hours with that irritable clock in the background and I somehow haven't gone crazy yet. "When will they get that thing fixed" I muttered irately to myself.Ī sudden dull pain ran through my head and my free hand instinctively reached up to cradle it, a common occurrence I’ve been having so nothing I’m not used to. I know that working hard and not having fun once in a while has its downsides such as the loss of friendships, stress and over-exhaustion, but when it all pays off in the end they’ll all be working lower-class jobs while I’ll be living my best life at the top. Unlike most of my peers who muck around, partying and getting into relationships that will inevitably fall apart after some dumb argument. I like to use it to my advantage, spending my free time working hard so I can succeed and live lavishly later on in life. It can be an instrument that people waste haphazardly, the most important concept someone can hold dear, or it can be the root of all destruction that could cause the downfall of everything. I kept spinning my pen around his fingers as if waiting for something to happen, even though I’d already finished my note-taking for the day. That broken clock is more noticeable in the evening as the quietness of the library is deafening, no other students or teachers around except for me. “Suit yourself” She left the keys on the librarian's desk as she made off, thank goodness she’s gone. Second place in most of her classes, popular, comes from a wealthy background much like yours truly and the one that just had to ruin my rhythm for a great long night of studying.īah, I said all that out loud again, “Leave the keys” I called out. That was the student body president, Alice. “I’m heading off Elias, you staying longer?” Came a voice from across the library room.
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