She had time before class, and walked the extra distance to the councilor's office. She was going to tell them that she had found a job and would no longer need to work for the school.
'Why work another job with terrible pay?'
As she approached the door, she raised her hand to knock and noticed it was open a crack. Being curious she moved closer and leaned in to listen into the conversation behind the door, maybe she could learn some of the secrets of the college.
"…increase…higher…incidents similar to last night…have to pay more…" at first the voices were quiet and muffled but as they came closer to the door, she could make out more. The voices sounded grave, as if someone had died or worse, but she had not heard of anything unfortunate happening. Maybe the school was sued for low wages.
Not aware of what was going on, only knowing the college was increasing pay, she changed her mind on trying to quit. Standing up and straightening her back, she made a gesture of being deep in thought, with her fingers curled under her chin and her eyes glazed over and thought.
'What was she going to do with that time anyway, get another job, more money was better than nothing anyway.'
Having reached a conclusive thought on if she would keep this job or not, she quickly left behind the office heading towards her classroom.
'If they were going to pay more because of something going on, maybe it should happen more often.' The school offered jobs that barely gave the students any money, being payed below minimum wage was not the greatest, causing many struggles within the student body.
Going to class with a light heart, Azalea skipped a little as she approached the door. Stopping to turn the knob, she dashed through to find an open spot to take a seat in before more students arrived. Students entered the room continuously, some in groups and others individually.
Instructor Retch entered the room several minutes later, and just like before stared at his watch and right on cue, he announced anyone arriving then was late.
One by one everyone was called to the front of the room to show their photos to Instructor Retch. Surprisingly, no one had been late today, but it was only a matter of time till someone was.
Class was just as boring as the day prior; the only difference was to explore the computer lab.
Rather than another lesson on the history and resources given to the students to maybe be used, Azalea would have liked to have slept longer.
Walking to the library to clean, she drifted off in her thoughts, imagining what it would be like to go to sleep then straight to cleaning the library.
Not paying attention to where she was going, she walked into another student. Her phone fell out of her pocket and the screen cracked, as she fell to the floor knees slamming to the ground.
Her bag landed on her ankle with a loud thunk, and sent a sharp stinging pain up her left leg.
Standing up shakily as her left ankle felt unsteady and felt like she had sprained her ankle, she moved her head in the direction of the man that she had ran into.
A loud obnoxious voice spoke, "Hey! Watch where you are going, freak."
She had run into a medium sized man, neither fat nor skinny, nor tall or short. His black straight hair did not seem natural giving off the feeling that he had money. His clothes were pristine and spotless, obviously he was not going to let her go peacefully.
Picking up her phone, she bowed balancing carefully as to not fall into him again, and apologized to the man. Hopefully he would be forgiving and move on to better things to do that day.
Looking up with a strand of her hair in her face, she saw him smile.
"You think that you can just apologize for everything? Don't worry I'll let you off the hook for today 'cause I'm in a hurry, but mark my words next time is another story."0
He dusted off his clothes like she had introduced dirt to them, and quickly walked off into another hallway.
Azalea leaned against the wall, trying to relieve the pressure on her ankle, and looked down at her phone in her hands. It had a massive crack going from the top to the bottom of the screen.
She put her phone back into her pocket groaning unhappily, she knew she would have to deal with it till she had the money to afford a new phone. Turning on the power to see if I still worked, she saw the time pop up and she had to hurry otherwise she would be late. Walking along the wall to help support her ankle she made her way to the library.
Arriving, and collecting her badge, she noticed no new books were stacked for her to put away. Instead of waiting for books to put away, she made her way painfully upstairs, where it was quiet to get a better look at her ankle. It was bruised a purple color, slightly swollen, painful to the touch.
Sitting looking around, she cleaned up a little trying to make the place look cleaner. It was not much, she dusted off a couple of shelves till her ankle hurt too much to continue and looked for a chair to sit down in.
Taking the phone out of her pocket, she opened up an app on her phone to get to the internet, she put on the news to distract herself from her ankle.
Listening to the news while sitting down in a chair after cleaning a part of the library, a murder happened at night on the street she had been the night previous. It was on the same street she had felt those eyes staring at her.