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the in flux of cars at the park reserved for the lecturers was mind blowing. Ore simply stared at the bold header which read 'Faculty of Sciences, Ofrima'. This was where she was g

her tracks. Ore stood for the most part of the lecture because the hall was so crowded that people lapped each other and the heat was stiffing. As sweat dripped down the side of her face, Ore took notes with a ball point pen in tow. The topic for the day was chemical bonding and she had to strain her ears to pick up a few valid details that she was going to go over once she was refreshed. Ore noticed that most of the students weren't writing because of the loud noise and they began to chat amongst themselves notwithstanding the fact that a bald man stood in their midst, sweating profusely with a microphone clutched in his right hand. Ore was getting irritated with the guys who stood in groups behind her. They were talking and laughing with their deep voices without a care in the world and Ore felt anger surge through her. Perhaps, she might try to loosen up a bit and not be so untoward. With that in mind, she found herself scaling through the rest of her horrid classes. Exhaustion took over Ore's aching body as she filed out of Ofrima with other students. Time was four p.m. by the Mickey Mouse watch on her wrist. The sun shone brightly in the sky and scorched the life out of Ore as she slowly made her way to the park. She wanted to stay behind to go over some strange terms she had encountered in class but, she didn't have it in her. Her stomach rumbled and her head was aching so bad she wanted to shed tears. Ore considered what she went through as hell, reason being that she felt singled out of the crowd. No one tried to make conversations with her and wherever she went on campus, all she got were mere glances that people threw her way. Ore felt life gushing out of her body from her private part onto her heating pad and she swore under her breath. There was no way she wasn't going to be stained before she got home because she hadn't bothered to change. It wasn't her fault. She didn't know the direction to the public toilet and hadn't bothered to ask. Her shyness wouldn't let her and she bore her uncomfortability in stride. The sight of the bus park loomed ahead of her and she hastened her footstep. Dami's tongue ran along his lip ring as he leaned on his black spider car. The scorching heat made him irritated and his roving eyes scanned over th