And my laptop battery is soon empty

I am seated on an uncomfortable bench in a corridor. A chinese dude just walked by with the largest fur hat I have ever seen. People are walking to their classes, lunch break is over it seems. My poor internet stick can barely reach outside world through the four feet thick walls. Voices from students echo in the halls with its classical grey white colour that is wallplaster of the early 1800s. Washed out green doors break the white at regular distances and people drop in and out randomly. Sun beams into the halls and the windows reveal a regal courtyard surrounded by houses that easily, with a little imagination, could be any sort of super important defense structure or castle. I really feel that I don’t belong here. Which I don’t. Because I’m only waiting for bf. He’s at a meeting, or might I say interview in a nearby building, so I’m hanging out at the university.

The people are so polished here. Shiny shoes, hair shiny and slicked back, skinny jeans. Neatly drawn eyeliners. Myself.. I did my makeup on the train this morning (we all know what happens with eyeliners and shaking trains), I walk around like a silly person to avoid stepping in water because my sneakers it about to dissolve and I HATE the feeling of water gushing up through my toes every step, and my hair is a complete mess after sleeping on it while it was wet.

I feel as though at any time, someone will stand up and point at me. A high pitched “SHE’S NOT ONE OF US!” will vomit out of the pointer’s mouth and they will all glare at me. From the tall, old double wooden doors on the other side of the corridor a man will emerge. He will walk up to me, take my laptop and throw it down the hall, breaking the internet stick in half.

Damn, I don’t have any insurance for that.

He will then pick me up by the shoulders, explain that I shouldn’t be here and if they find out that I have seen or heard ANYTHING, they will hunt me down and kill me through ritual strangulation and then have a burning man-fest on the yard but instead of a straw man, they will burn me. He will bring out a big mop and mop me and my stuff out of the building, while saying it’s what happens with trash like me. Damn fascists! I feel uncomfortable.

A lamp is swaying suggestively from the high ceiling. Maybe they’ll hang me instead of regular strangulation..