My College Life
Some say that college life is not much complicated but rather more fun. This is where my story comes.
I am Oliver Wood. I’m 18, currently studying at Grand Ophella College. It’s the initial point of my studies. This is where my fun begins. I haven’t had much time to spend with my friends because I have something important to achieve. It is for my parents, a chance for a better life. It is what every child would want.
My childhood was not that complicated, but with my family being poor, it was hard on me. Everything was a no for me. I lived in a village, but I didn’t know what being poor truly meant until I came to the city. My parents kind of neglected me my whole life. Only my grandfather was there with me. He would support me in every moment.
I have been going to college lectures for the last two weeks. I have made two friends nonetheless. I can’t say that they are the best, but they are still good. Today is a holiday as it is Sunday, but I, with those two idiots, have to go to college t “making up for my mistakes” in detention.
I was going to my lecture on the second floor. It was a philosophy lecture. I needed to attend it to improve my “philosopher mind,” said Marie Stilet, my philosophy teacher. It wasn’t necessary for me to attend, but I gave it a try anyway.
As I was going up the stairs to my lecture, Dave and Max caught up with me and told me to meet them at the bathroom stalls. I went there and saw them lighting up fireworks. I didn’t have time to react. Just as I started to run away, the bathroom turned into chaos. Everything started crashing down, fireworks going everywhere, making a hell of a noise.
When I made it outside alive, I wanted to kill those two. But before that, I needed to escape because those two dummies forgot how cameras work in the hallway. I ran a distance as short as walking from one class to another on the same floor, but at that time, I felt I had run a marathon. The adrenaline rush was so much that I couldn’t keep up with it. By that time, all the teachers and students had gathered around, although I didn’t see where they were.
Now I am on my way to the bus stand to go to my college, which is really frustrating. I tried pleading my case, but I was considered “very suspicious” and not to be “trusted.” I am here doing the janitor’s work. They put us each on different floors.
But the worst hadn’t started yet.
Our math professor, Mr. Kelvin Vaughan, is tall, fair-toned, and wears a suit most of the time. He is the strictest professor in the college, and he yearns to discipline the students. Every student is afraid of him.
He first came to me and asked me why I had done this. I told him I hadn’t done anything.
“That is what everyone says. You should know that I am better at doing my job, so try not to anger me. And as for you not admitting, that is what will take us down this path. Come, follow me to the basement,” he said in a strict tone.
I nervously followed him, with a gut feeling telling me not to. He led me to a room I didn’t know existed in our college. That’s when I saw the banner. It was our old lab. I was sure no one had visited it for more than four years. People here had warned me not to go there because a boy had died there.
“Come inside,” he said gruffly.
I was scared now. I got blown away seeing that lab as new as a freshly bought carpet. I was too stunned to speak.
And that is when I directly woke up, chained, with my friends beside me and worse, one of them was actually bleeding from his right shoulder. And then I saw our professor standing right in front of us......
