Stinky fury miserable little thing.
Everyone must have been wondering what faculty I'm in because I don't think I have ever mentioned that. I'm in the Faculty of Security and Strategic Studies.
I opened the door and walked to the vacant seat near the window. I banged my bag on the table and leaned my head on the table.
"Why do I have that dream?" I questioned myself taping my fingers on my thighs
My stomach grumbled and I knew I had to feed my demons. I grabbed my backpack and slid it on my shoulders before walking out. I walked passed the lecturer and slightly bowed my head as a sign of respect. I mumbled a good morning holding onto my bag straps.
I made my way to the bathroom since it was the safer place for me. I hated it but had no choice. I grabbed a blood bag from my bag and stuck a straw in it like a yogurt tin.