Chapter 1
Gwendolyn
Boring. This class is more boring then usually, like I understand that I have to take this class, because it is necessary for my major, but come on. I am pretty sure that there is a possibility to make Psychology somehow interesting, but it wouldn’t be for my amazing professor Etkins, who is notorious for practically reading every single sentence from syllabus. Like come one, I understand that this is lecture and it is supposed to be heavy on knowledge, but I have taken so many lectures in my academic like, aka four semesters, and this is definitely the worst one. I am not really sure what to do, since all needed stuff is already in mentioned syllabus, I don´t really have to take notes, well not that I would anyways.
I need to distract myself somehow, but I am not sure how, since I cannot write Riri, since she wouldn´t probably, well definitely, respond because “Texting is forbidden during school hours, unless emergency”, that girl is seriously pissing me of with her nerdy side. And talking to people around me is also forbidden from my previous experience, because I am not writing another essay for speaking in class, since my favourite professor doesn’t like the slightest noise while talking about Patterns in Relationships. I am pretty sure it could be interesting, but I gave up on relationships back in High School and I have zero intentions to change that in near future. Partly because relationships are boring and predictable and also most men are trash, I don’t make the rules.
You may have noticed that I have a big problem with boredom, but it is technically not my fault since my brain is wired differently. I would love to say that I am proud member od ADHD community, but I am going to be honest with you, it fucking sucks. Most people find me annoying, because well I talk a lot, forgot things or plans and accidentally do stuff that somehow end up in shitty situations. And I can tell you; most people don’t want this attention lacking tornado in their life or more like long term life. But I don’t care about that anymore, I used to a lot, but not anymore, all I care that I have my girl Riri in my life and I am good, since she is the best and she is better at tracking my life then me.
Finally, the end of this boring lecture, now is time for lunch, which remains me that I am hungry, I kinda forgot to eat, but it´s really common for people with my condition. And since Riri knows about that, she made our lunches breaks at the same time for all days, so I can at least speak with her there. Currently I am waiting for her in front of sculpture of founder of this university, that is also situated next to our favourite dining hall.
And her she comes, 5´11 of full gorgeousness with her messy bun that she somehow perfected with her nonchalant energy over the years, that I definitely never tried to copy many times and it absolutely never left me crying on the floor with hairband matted in my hair. Nope, definitely not. “Hello Riri” I grin at her with smile, and start walking towards her, after she says her poor hello back, I can finally start with my yapping session about anything and nothing. She is actually the only person who actually listens to me and don’t just pretend to, with is quite refreshing, people think I don’t notice but I do, a lot. Me and Riri we go back, we met in middle school, our teacher set us together, because I was speaking with every single classmate and Riri was the quiet one, so it made sense in her brain. Little did she knows that this started our years long friendship, and of course it didn’t shut me up.
“I was thinking, did you hear about the party that is going to be at Cappa Delta? Probably not right, I really need to go somewhere and let off some steam.” she stares at me “Hey, don’t give me that look I haven´t been on any party in three weeks, you know and I am pretty sure that I will not do anything stupid this time” I say with pleading look “I wouldn´t call catching a boat on fire just stupid, but complete bullshit, that I had to cover up for you so you don’t get in trouble again” she replays and looks at me judgementally. “It was an accident, you know, plus that dude also didn´t thought that candles on the boat are gonna be such a problem. And while we were busy, well doing different activity, it just happened” I look at here pleading and smile brightly, while she stares at me with lifted eyebrow. “Please, I really want to go there with me, it´s going to be fun I swear on my turtle” I hold my three fingers in the air “Okay, fine” she sighs “and Gwen” I respond happy hum “you don’t have turtle”.
