part 2 of the story continues...


“Like finally!” I thought to myself having found the lecture theatre at last. Entering the theatre, I can sense that everyone was staring at this weird looking Asian, wondering who he is. “Quickly take your seat, time wait for nobody.” said this old looking guy at the front with quite a relatively long beard. I guess he must be the lecturer. As I made my way to an empty seat, almost everyone was staring at me except for this girl who is so focus on her books. Can’t seem to tell how her features are other than her long silky black hair and tanned skin. My eyes seem to be wondering around her, just curious about who is she. “Got to concentrate on lessons, that what I come here for!” as I straighten my mind. “So you are new here? Hi, I’m Raphael. What yours?” said this well dress guy with a cool hairstyle. “Hi. I’m Ethan. Nice to meet you” I replied, though quite surprised. “So you like that girl eh?” he questioned me, giving those sneaky face. My eyes open wide as though I saw a ghost. “Erm, kinda?” As I respond him slowly. “She quite hard, rejected quite a few guys. Singapore, 19 years old. Name Isabella.” Raphael replied with a quiet laughter. Now all the information began to process inside my mind. Next thing I know, the bell rang. “Good luck! You will need it.” Raphael wink as he spoke. Never did I know that I came in to class with 30 minutes left…

Time for next activity or class shall I say as the school requires one to join a club during the time here. As I graduated from a polytechnic, I get to be exempted from first year thus I’m in the 2^nd year. All my classmates were probably in some clubs with a better position or so. Now I got to search for my club which isn’t that hard. Found this big room, quite a number of students were in there. “Hi. New here? Welcome to the Music Club! I’m the president here. Name is Jayden.” Spoke this well kempt guy. “Hi. Name is Ethan.” Looking around as I replied. “Okay. So, what your specialty?” said Jayden as he began to look around aimlessly, wondering why I’m not looking at him. “I play the guitar and can dance too. Piano and drums aren’t there yet.” As I reply, I saw this same girl in the class, she must be Isabella.

To be continued...