(Author’s POV)
"Gotta go, babes. Have fun with your new professor and don’t forget to give the tea. Hasta la vista," Yelena shot the two a flying kiss as they parted their ways. She went on to the Sports Departnt, which was just right ahead.
"Shall we, as well, sis?" Wendy signalled Myra as they too walked towards the Fine Arts Departnt. It was still at so considerable distance, so they needed to walk a bit further.
As they got closer and closer to the lecture hall, they heard murmuring and chattering all around them. Apparently, the place was buzzing about this guest professor. All the students were curious about their identity. Whether it was a male or a female. No one knew anything about it.
"Who do you guys think is coming for today’s guest lecture?" one boy asked.
"How would I know? It’s my first ti here. But I hope it is soone handso like Prof. Fabian," the girl exclaid as she joined her hands, as if to pray.
The other boy scoffed and made a weird face, "We don’t even know whether it’s a male or a female professor, uhh. And, for your ’kind’ information, Prof. Stephens~ ... that guy is a prodigy. His level of genius, including the age factor, what do you think, how many people can achieve that sort of thing? Not everyone can give a lecture at Red Stone, you know. The person must be quite experienced, aning they won’t fit into the age criteria. They would definitely be around forty five, maybe fifty, or it can be above as well. So, stop daydreaming, May." He tried to give the girl a reality check.
"Aye~ Hey~ ... you are no fun. Annoying," the girl rolled her eyes at her friend’s words.
The other person only laughed and said, "I only burst your imaginative bubble, sweetie. But don’t thank for that. Anyway~ ...... whosoever it is, it better not be soone with a temper. Arts Professors~ ...they tend to be prickly and moody all the ti. Prof. Gill is a rare exception."
Wendy took Myra towards the chattery group. Although she, as well as Myra, heard it all, she still asked, "What are you guys talking about?"
"WENDY! You are finally here. We have been waiting for you," the boy exclaid in delight after seeing her. A coy smile flashed across his lips. He then added, "Nothing~ .... We were just talking about this mysterious guest professor’s identity." He noticed Myra, who was just behind Wendy and remarked, "This must be your elder sister."
Wendy recalled Myra and pulled her forward to introduce her to her friend’s, "Yeah, she is my sister, Myra Miracle. And sis~ .... This chatty guy right here~ .... he is Charlie Love. The one on his right, the curly headed one, is Andy. And~ .... You are~" She stretched her words when she saw an unfamiliar girl amongst her friends.
"Ohhh~ ...... This is my and Andy’s childhood friend, May Stokes. She is from the Political Science Departnt," Charlie introduced his friend to them. He then added, shifting his gaze back to Myra, "Myra~ can I call you that?"
Myra nodded in the affirmative. He then continued, "It’s so ... nice to finally et you. Wendy is always talking about you." He chid.
May extended her hand for a handshake towards Wendy and said, "Wendy, good to et you." She was polite with her words but was formal as well. Wendy replied, "Likewise." She remained curt.
"Haha~ ... Why are you two talking so formally, huhh? We are all friends here," Andy comnted.
May and Wendy nodded, but neither of them said anything. The one who was feeling the most awkward was Myra. They were all younger than her, and she wasn’t a very social person, unlike her sister or Yelena."
Out of the blue, Andy chuckled. Everyone looked at him with confused expressions. But Charlie was the one who voiced, "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"
"It’s nothing~ ... I was just thinking~ ... how Wendy and Myra do not resemble each other at all. It’s fascinating. I have never seen such distinct features amongst siblings," Andy explained.
Wendy poked her inner cheek with her tongue and gave him a hard and cold look, and almost snapped back at him, "What do you an by your words? She is~ .... my sister. Do we have to look the sa to be called siblings? I have seen multiple siblings who don’t look anything alike."
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! .... Wends, what’s up with you? I was just curious. I am sorry if it offended you in any way," Andy apologized imdiately.
Myra held Wendy’s hand and patted it lightly. She then turned towards Andy, Charlie and May and said, "Wendy didn’t an it like that. Actually, I was adopted by mom and dad when Wendy was two years old." She said with a kind smile. There was not even a flicker of hesitation. She then continued, "We might not be siblings by blood. But we are siblings by bond. True bond."
All of a sudden, the atmosphere turned awkward as neither of them dared to utter a single word. After all, no one was expecting such a revelation to hear.
Myra broke the silence as she checked the ti and said, "It is ti for the lecture. I think we all should go."
"Yeah, Myra is right. We’d better hurry up, else all the seats will be taken," Charlie added as he urged everyone.
They all started walking towards the class. Andy was a little embarrassed, so he walked beside Wendy and whispered, "I am sorry. I was being a bit insensitive."
Wendy exhaled a sigh and replied, "Sorry, I overreacted too."
Myra smiled, listening to their conversation as she thought, ’Wendy has got so good friends. I am glad.’
"Tsk~ ... told you. The front seats are all taken. We need to sit at the back," Charlie sighed.
"It’s good. I don’t want to be seen and picked on by this new professor," Wendy comnted as she sighed too, but in relief.
"Ohho~ ... you are the star student. Why do you think they will pick on you?" Andy asked.
"Don’t want to take any chance," Wendy said.
All of them walked towards the seats at the back. They all sat in a row. Charlie sat with May on one side and Wendy on the other. Myra took a seat beside her sister. Surprisingly, Andy settled beside Myra.
Myra and Wendy were both a little taken aback but said nothing. The class was lively and vibrant, as there were a lot of students from different departnts. Everyone was mingling and chatting. The atmosphere was rry.
Andy started the conversation, "So, Myra~ ... You are from the Finance Departnt, right?"
Myra nodded without looking at him. She was busy taking out her stationery and arranging it for notes.
"Woah! Nice. Finance School, huhh. Impressive," he remarked.
They were chatting, actually, it was mostly Andy doing the talking. Myra just answered his questions politely and appropriately. She still felt a little awkward with him.
Soon, soone stepped inside, and the class that was buzzing a few monts ago quietened. They all looked at the figure and exchanged puzzling looks.
Wendy comnted while scratching her head, "Why is Prof. Gill here?"
"Aren’t you glad? You can finally ease up," Charlie kept a hand on her shoulders and spoke.
Wendy shrugged his hand off, "I am but~ ... forget it."
Professor Stephani Gill stepped onto the podium and started, "Good Morning, new and old faces. You guys seed quite taken aback by my presence. Aren’t you happy to see ?" She asked, her voice teasing.
The arts students were all quick to say, "No ma’am. How can that be? We are so happy that we were left speechless."
Stephani chuckled at their buttering, "Hahaha~ ... I could hear it from the hallway, your speechlessness." She then clapped her hands together and continued, "I am here to introduce you to your guest professor."
Everyone got excited listening to her words. They all turned their heads towards the entrance in anticipation.
anwhile, Prof. Gill continued, "He is a very special guest. A renowned figure in the world of business."
"Business? A business person is going to give an arts lecture?" Andy comnted. He then turned towards Myra, "Who do you think it can be?"
"Don’t know," Myra shook her head. Her head was lowered as she her mind was sowhere else.
Stephani Gill said, "Please welco~ ..." before she could say the na, the person stepped inside. His steps were imposing as the sound echoed from them in a rhythmic tone.
The students gasped at the person, their eyes gleaming with surprise and delight. Everyone was shocked to see who the professor was.
"Ohhhh~ my gosh ... ohh my gosh~ ... sis. See who it is," Wendy smacked Myra’s arm unconsciously, looking at the guest.
Myra was picking up her pen that had fallen. Seeing Wendy react like that, she was in the middle of getting up, when the guest professor took the podium and started, "HELLO EVERYONE~ ...." Her eyes dilated at the familiar sound of the voice.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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