Okay, your author is now officially stamped as hardcore.

I told her to sleep as much as she can (she never got enough sleep when she's not sick) and when I visit her today, she was writing this chapter! And when I tried to lecture her about health, she pretended to sleep... Ugh...

Well, I'll be visiting her everyday after school from now on. That's for sure.

Oh, and she said thank you to whoever reviewed and prayed for her.

And here's the bad news:

I think I'm getting sick myself.

I'm starting to think the student council president's work is cursed or something.

My throat is starting to sting and my nose is starting to get runny.

Well, enjoy your chapter. (I'm sorry if the story won't get updated tomorrow or the day after. I'm forcing her to rest for a few days.)

=Misaki's POV=

"Ugh," I sighed while sitting on a desk in the first row, right beside a wide, big window which looked out to the ocean.

Yes, my university was about 4 miles away from the sea.

It was 7 a.m. and the sun was still not that torturous. The sea reflected its light, creating the glittery effect. From a distance, I could see the dolphins shooting out of the sea and diving back in. It was a pleasant view.

And now that the room was empty, I could choose the seat with the best view of the sea.

I tore my gaze away from the sea and scanned the room.

The room was huge, being able to fit 60 students with gaps between tables. No, it was not the lecture room. The tables and chairs were made up of blue plastic. Hard, opaque plastic. The floor was tiled up neatly with cream colored tiles. The walls were painted soft, wooden yellow with little forget-me-nots.

Kind of childish, I should say.

The teacher's desk was up front in the center of the room. It was made up of wood and plastic with little bits of rubber on the corners. Behind it laid a brown rolling chair. Pasted on the wall was a humongous whiteboard with a duster and piles of new filled marker below it.

Rich school.

I pulled out my high school notebook and began reading through it.

Hey, I might be given a scholarship from JIU, but I still got to study, no?

I was studying pediatrics in the university, but I have no idea why I was reviewing my periodic table.

'Hydrogen… Helium… Boron… Nitrogen… Neon… Magnesium…' I thought as a group of students came in the room.

"Hey, look. It's that poor bitch that got the scholarship," one of them whispered.

I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep, cleansing breath.

"Yeah, she's a freak. I mean, who comes this early and reviews on their high school notes?" Another whispered.

"Hey, want to do a prank of her?" Someone else said.

"Yeah!" The others replied.

"Let's humiliate her in front of the class later!"

Humiliate me? This bitch definitely hadn't seen me in rage.

Just you wait, moron.

They sat down behind me, giggling a little when they passed me.

"Hey, look at her clothes! They're so ugly!" The person right behind me whispered.

Hey! That hurts, you know? I actually spent time this morning, thinking on what to wear! And I decided that a jeans and a casual t-shirt might do. (When in doubt, I always go that way. And it worked!)

"Yeah, and her bag! It's a high school bag, right? Pathetic," her friend answered.

'Well, I'm not like you, who wastes money on useless stuff like a Gucci bag for school,' I thought.

I opened my eyes and continued to review my notes when another group of students came in.

And after 10 minutes, the room was filled with not-so-eager students.

The room was filled with whispers about one and only…

Me.

I looked down and let my bangs down to block out all the students' glare. I was reading my notes blankly; none of the words I read would go in to my head.

"Seriously, she doesn't deserve to be here," a guy said.

"Maybe we could pick on her and ask her to do all our work!" Another guy laughed.

'I am so going to break their noses later…' I thought, trying to cool myself down.

"Alright, settle down class," a really familiar voice said.

"Oh my frigging gawd! He's our professor? He's so young and boiling hot!" All the girls squealed. "I'm so glad I took pediatrics this year."

I looked up, wondering who might this 'boiling hot' teacher might be.

To say that I was shocked would be a total understatement.

I gaped at my professor for… I don't know… Maybe for an hour or so.

My professor was him.

Surprised? Hehehe.

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