Chapter 36
And then, I paused while my gaze shifted, scanning the area without making it obvious.
Students moved around like usual. Conversations, laughter, footsteps; the normal rhythm of a place that had nothing to do with the
chaos sitting quietly in my life.
Everything looked fine. Everything looked normal. But then I knew better.
Yesterday, I thought I was imagining it. Today, I knew I wasn’t.
I exhaled slowly and turned toward the building. Class first. Existential crisis later.
I stared for another moment before I reminded myself I was late.
I threw myself into a sprint then… and ended up clipping my shoulder against a corner due to my clumsiness.
I ended up walking to class with a bruised shoulder.
By the time I reached the classroom, the lecture had already started.
I slowed my steps instinctively, easing the door open just enough to slip inside without drawing attention.
One step.
Then another.
No one looked.
The lecturer didn’t pause so I made it to an empty seat and sat down quietly.
Survived one disaster.
Great start.
I pulled out my notebook, flipping to the correct page, trying to catch up with whatever had already been said. My pen moved quickly as I copied notes, my focus narrowing in an attempt to stay grounded.
It lasted about five minutes, then my mind drifted.
It wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t announce itself. It just… slipped. Back to the message.
“You did good today.”
I stared at the page in front of me, but I wasn’t seeing it anymore.
I was gradually burying myself in my thoughts and I remained there for a couple of seconds or minutes until a light tap landed on my arm.
I flinched slightly, snapping out of my thoughts and turning toward the person beside me.
“He’s asking you something,” they whispered and my stomach dropped as I turned forward.
The lecturer was looking directly at me.
“Miss Daisy,” he said, expectant. The entire class had gone quiet.
Watching.
Waiting.
I had no idea what the question was, not even a guess. Because I hadn’t heard it. Not a single word.
My mouth opened slightly but closed again as nothing came out.
“Stand,” he said after a moment.
I blinked.
“…What?”
“Go to the back and stand,” he repeated.
Of course.


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