Twenty Six

 

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, 12:19, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, 12:20, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, 12:21. Close enough. 

Nerissa’s morning class didn’t end until one, it would take six and a half minutes to walk from Mind hall to the lecture hall it was being held in. If Lisbeth were to exit Mind hall she would arrive at 12:27:30 and would have to wait at least thirty two minutes and thirty seconds minimum for Nerissa to finish. Lisbeth walked another circuit around the inside of her pocket before giving up entirely. She threw one of the slimmer leather volumes from her book shelf into her bracelet, and stormed out. Well she tried to storm out, she stopped just before exiting her pocket.

The entrance to a pocket couldn’t be seen, the exit was a different story. They worked something like a one way mirror, a badly made one in need of cleaning. Looking out the world was distorted and hazy. Above all it dyed the world a vague sepia, as if some hipster had slapped a shitty filter over reality. It wasn’t all that dramatic for Lisbeth because the only thing she could see through the exit was a blank wall, and a dorm issue chair. Lisbeth’s foot stopped millimeters before the exit, frozen in place. She couldn’t smell anything through the threshold, but still the scent of rust hit her nose. Lisbeth took a deep breath in through her mouth and closed her eyes. She then counted slowly out loud.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

She opened her eyes and mentally pushed herself over the threshold, it worked. Somehow being in her room wasn’t a bad as entering it; it really had been cleaned up well. Just because it wasn’t as bad, didn’t mean she wanted to stick around. Lisbeth left quickly at something of a rushed pace; she didn’t bother waiting for the elevator either, opting to take the stairs three at a time. She didn’t stop her quick rushed pace until after exiting Mind Hall. Under the sun the shadows that had chased her down the stairs didn’t seem quite so long. 

It was a bright day, the sun beat down mercilessly, unimpeded by clouds. Humidity wasn’t non-existent but it was very low, to the point that most people wouldn’t notice it. It was also busy, not so much around the residence halls but as soon as Lisbeth reached the campus proper there were people everywhere. The first thing that Lisbeth noticed was that they were almost all taller than her, not an uncommon occurrence, but still mildly annoying. It was easier in crowds with mixed ages but here everyone appeared to be within five years of each other. Still Lisbeth suspected that she was the only one that people might think was still in high school. She briefly considered making herself taller again but it was difficult, especially now that she had people that would need explanations. 

Nerissa’s first class of the day and only monday class was sociology, it was being held in one of the underground lecture halls near the center of campus. The underground halls was a nine story circular building, with only one above ground floor. Lisbeth didn’t know the original intent for the building but since each floor contained two large lecture halls they were a common location for introductory classes. The building that looked rather short and squat compared to the buildings around it had four entrances equidistant from each other with paths leading up to them. This meant that there were four wedge shaped patches of grass with trees surrounding the buildings. 

One of the trees provided good shade, a view of two entrances and some relative privacy. She pulled out the leather bound volume from her pocket on her wrist. It turned out to be one of the more complicated volumes in her collection. Complicated in this case meant that it could give her a headache, but only a dull throb as opposed to a splitting pain. It was talking about energy flow in biological organisms in relation to sentience. It did turn out to be fascinating enough to completely absorb Lisbeth attention, to the point were she stopped looking out for Nerissa. 

Lisbeth did look up when eventually a shadow fell over her. Nerissa was looking down with a slight smile on her face. Lisbeth hopped up putting her book away quickly, whilst simultaneously pulling Nerissa into a hug. Her skin, mostly healed at this point didn’t protest much at all. 

“Have you been waiting for me?” Nerissa laughed.

“I don’t have classes today, or anything to during the day. I get bored.”

“Is that all I am, a ways to alleviate boredom?”

“Something like that.”

Nerissa took Lisbeth by the shoulder and started leading her back to the path were two other students were waiting. Lisbeth assumed, and was proven correct that they were Nerissa’s classmates. After a fast round of introductions, after which Lisbeth quickly forgot their names, they headed to lunch. There were a couple options for lunch, the main dining hall, or one of the three cafes on campus. Lisbeth who had already experienced what the dinning hall called lunch voted for a cafe. Since they were all freshmen with mandatory meal plans the two students, and Nerissa out voted Lisbeth. 

Lisbeth gave in with her best playful pout, earning her some laughs. She realized that unless she wanted to start buying for everyone, many more meals would happen in the dining hall. Not that she couldn’t afford to buy lunch for, well everyone, but it would send the wrong message. She was momentarily glad she hadn’t pulled down her shields yet. After banishing all thoughts of money out of her mind, Lisbeth proceeded to lower her shields. They all proceeded to make small talk relating to just about everything, except the events of the weekend. As far as Lisbeth could over hear no one was really talking about what had happened. No one appeared to be talking about anything really important either, just fluff. 

Lunch ended far to quickly for Lisbeth’s tastes; not the food part, she hardly ate. The being next to Nerissa part, was what ended to quickly. Nerissa and her classmates had to go back to their class and do something other than look over the syllabus. This left Lisbeth on her own again, to read. 

 
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2 comments

  1. So, lets see what needs saying. First Chrysalis, a semi friend of mine and also apparently a good writer has started her first english webserial. Anathema. She promises it will be dark, and I like what I have seen so far. So check it out.

    I would also like to apologies since I am currently writing the Crimson interlude after one too many glasses of wine. So when it gets posted, if it is different or weird, blame the wine. If it is better tell me, so I increase my average alcohol intake.

    As always, please vote. The links are now in the top bar.

    1. Wine seems to have a positive influence on your use of punctuation. I think missy does protest too much, that is damn near perfect.

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