Unfiltered emotions...

     Oxford. 

~Ninny~

"You think Professor Wealene has a test for us tomorrow?"

Haya looked away from the novel she was reading. She was outstretched in a couch vertically adjacent to mine. But she held the position where she could hold me in her gaze with just one look away from the book. 

"I don't really care whether or not he does. It doesn't really matter. It's definitely his problem."

Haya scoffed and concentrated back on the novel. She was reading Danielle Steel's "The House On Hope Street." I knew too well that twas just a matter of time before she picked up the barely addressed. 

And I wasn't disappointed,

"But I really wonder why he would want to give out a test when everyone is busy with their final year project."

I took a glance at her, for a moment, sparing my fingers a breathing space on the keyboard. I was seated in a one-seater, my PC on my lap, a swan stool next to the chair, on whi

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