Chapter 7-Roads Untravelled
Four years passed. Four years! Moreover, it feels like four days. I finished my high school and my college. Then I joined the college. Lowood College was the name of the college and I passed my bachelors degree here too.
After that, when I was 21, I gave the entrance examination for the Masters' degree in the Thornfield University, a leading institute in Thornfield.
Many days passed.
This time, I was just working in the Lowood School (my school) as a History Teacher and staying at a house near the school.
No news of Thornfield.
Finally, I lost all the hope of being admitted. But finally, one day….
I was just going through my e-mails, there was a mail sent to me. It read-
Dear Student,
You are accepted in the Thornfield University for the Masters in Arts (History). Classes are starting from the 12th of March onwards. Please arrive on the due date. Hostels are ready.
Yours sincerely,
Principal
Thornfield University
I re-read the letter many times. It was such a happy moment for me.
Therefore, I started packing up my things.
On the 10th of March, I started for Thornfield.
Reaching, the university I was surprised. There were many freshers who had come and surely, one of them would be my roommate. I searched desperately for my room going through the list.
'Mary Danielle,' I pronounced. 'Alina Kepton. Brionny Weston. Nina Symone. Katy Alore. Eliza Charles. Cher Haddon.' And I went on.
I went through another list. After three of them, I found my name printed.
'Elinor Eyre, Regina Ingram Hostel no 3. Room-2.'
Then I headed for my hostel.
Hostel no 3 was so dark. It was quite mysterious. Room 2 was even more mysterious. God! It was dark. Of course, as I thought, the college was so old and surely, the hostel would be dark and a little dirty. Alright then.
I was then keeping my things in place. As I turned back, I was surprised.
She was one of the prettiest I had ever seen. Golden curls, bright green eyes and a very beautiful skin. She wore a tight top, tight jeans and high heels.
I kept on staring at her.
'Elinor Eyre?' she asked me.
I then got my senses back.
'Yes. You're Regina Ingram, aren't you?' I said.
She nodded.
'Honours?' she asked.
'His-History.'
'Same.'
God, I was thinking how I could adjust with her. However, I had to. Really, in my life I had never been able to adjust well. However, this was different. No excuses. No mousiness. Adjust well, stay well. What do you think?
Author's Note-Well, Jane's really grew up very fast.
Well, most of the chapters are named from a song title or song lyric.