CHAPTER FIFTEEN

- HAZEL -

I shut my eyes closed and stretched my arms. My shoulders are killing me and I'm not even done writing down this journal.

What kind of people are these lecturers? Do they think we are fucking robots? What happened to just printing out pages from certain sources?

I groaned and rolled my eyes in exhaustion. One major problem I've had with skipping certain classes is I've arrived late to two other classes twice. Now I'm suffering from it. I dipped a salmon bagel in my mouth and took a bite. This is the third snack I've had from this cafe. I'm not hungry, but something about having to sit outside and study in a café raises the food cravings.