Just You ENGLISH VERSION

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction; Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are only products of the author's imagination.

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Maxine’s POV

I walk the muddy road to the other village. That’s where I attend, Wilford University, a school for the rich, and I don’t belong there.

I am Maxine Filmore, nineteen years old. My Mother is a maid, and she has been serving the Alfonzo’s for ten years. The couple is nice. In fact, they are the ones who send me to school, and in return, I help Mom every time I don’t have class.

I looked at the watch I was wearing. It’s eight o’clock so I’m walking even faster, I have class at nine and I can’t be late.

Annoyingly, not even a single vehicle passed by when I was in a hurry, add to that the darkening of the sky signaled impending rain.

I frowned as a black car pulled up behind me. My uniform was almost covered in mud. It was Miss Beatriz’s car, the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Alfonzo. As good as the couple is, Miss Beatriz is the opposite. She is filled with curses and a core of pride.

I IMMEDIATELY went to the rest room when I got to the University. I carefully observed my own reflection in the mirror. I am just about to go in but I look like I’m going home. I shook my head. I am nothing compared to the students who attend here. But if it’s just based on looks, at least I also have something to brag about. They said it was like I had foreign blood.

After getting ready, I was about to leave the rest room when I was bumped by two women just entering, I dropped the books I was carrying. I immediately bent down to pick them up.

“Sorry,” a woman said cleverly, obviously not being sincere when she said that. “Because I didn’t see you.”

“Served right,” said another woman who laughed.

I chose not to mind them and just continued doing what I was doing. I am used to it. This is how my life has been since I entered this University. I want to transfer to another school. I don’t want it here. The students who come here are proud and arrogant, but I have no choice. Fortunately, I am now graduating this year with BSHRM course. With God’s mercy, I will be able to lift Mom out of poverty.

I CHOSE to sit in the back. Just a few moments after that, Miss Gillany, our Class adviser, also arrived. And she started to discuss.

FINISHED the first class and I didn’t understand anything. I’m not in the mood and I feel like not doing anything today.

Since the next subject was at two O’clock in the afternoon, I decided to go home first. I don’t have money to buy snack. Also, I’d rather save the pocket money that ‘Mom gives than waste it.

As I always do, I walked to the bus station. It’s only walking distance from the school so I patiently walk it every day. I ran when it started to rain. Fortunately, I got to the waiting area right away before the downpour got stronger. I grabbed a handkerchief from the bag to wipe the few drops of rain from my face when the wind accidentally blew it away. I quickly took a step to catch up with it but at the same time as that step, a motorcycle sped by. I was able to avoid it immediately but I lost my balance due to the shock.

I stayed with my fall. I also saw the motorcyclist fall and spin around.