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The Final Term - Chapter Nine -Chapter Nine:The Final Term - Chapter Nine - by Ranki-Chee
A Friend’s Wish
The beginning of May has gradually progressed with spells of summer sunshine. The college is bustling with life for the coming May fair. A small group of second year art students are busily decorating the main reception, with red, blue and white streamers over the beams, and some are outside the grounds planting false sunflowers and roses on the cement benches. Everyone is dressed in cool summer clothes, as the season is almost changing, and the air becomes warmer. Luckily, the cool breeze comes by every second. Scott props up his large white canvas on the wooden easel, ready to prepare his final project. The art room is fairly empty, just himself, Kayleigh and at least three more of his classmates have attended. The rest may be in the library or in other vacant classrooms, preparing their own final projects. Melissa is still down on the third floor, preparing her collaboration magazine with a few of her friends, as the photographer. The summe
The Final Term - Chapter Eight -Chapter Eight:The Final Term - Chapter Eight - by Ranki-Chee
Gene’s Love Folly
Noon, finally lunch break. The day has been slipping by so quickly. And Scott is feeling better from his mild migraine during the start of his independent study in the art room with Kayleigh, and is now feeling as shining like the summer sun outside. Although he has been thinking a lot about his final project, on painting something or someone he knows, one of which is on De la Mort. Something in his mind when he last catches a glimpse of his face before he accidentally fell off from inside the robot’s head makes him believe that he may not have been a terrible man inside, and Celeste is right about him being forced to work with Mr Hockley. And then Gene mentioning Mr Hockley’s name from their meeting on the first day in college. I myself, wonder what the connection could be with Gene Marty. Scott sits down in a vacant table in the plaza on the ground floor, and pulls out his notebook from inside his tattered saddlebag, finding h
The Final Term - Chapter Seven -Chapter Seven:The Final Term - Chapter Seven - by Ranki-Chee
Monday morning, the weekend has flown by so quickly. The sun is shining with a fair humid in the air. Summer is almost arriving. The bus stops at the bus stop in front of college. Scott climbs off and makes his way to the college grounds. Walking by, he watches Gene tapping a cola can in a plastic bag. He looks quiet as if something is on his mind, but Scott continues on his way. The ground floor inside the college thrives with brilliant life. Students make their way to homeroom, some on the ground floor, some to the other building and others to the upper floors. Scott walks to the stairs up to the third floor. Kay quickly follows after him from behind, almost tripping over by a couple of steps. They both reach the third floor, the corridor is quiet, aside from a couple of students waiting for homeroom to start. Some walk inside the classrooms. Kay follows after his classmates to the other side of the corridor. He waves at Scott before disappearing
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