I DIE (of boredom)

I reached the prof's place 10 minutes late. Then I wasted a hour listening, or pretending to be listening, his bull shit. Then another two hours debating. When we parted we both agreed on one thing, we could never ever work together.

Our views didn't match at all. I was absolutely disgusted by his views on society. But I managed not to hit him in the nose for my mother's sake.

I could't believe how an intellectual like my mother find the books written by such a moron. Who the hell made him a professor? I mean the future of any student he teaches is bound to be doomed, either they will be directed in the wrong way or they would find every moment they spent with him wasted, like I do.

After I successfully completed my patience test, I returned home, to face my mother's rage. As I expected the word of my late arrival and my ill manners had got to her .(Seriously I don't know when I acted manner less, I was as civil as possible)

After a lot of begging and pleading, I was allowed to keep my bike.( It makes me wonder when would I ever be treated as an adult. Probably never. )But I was still punished. I was asked to spent a week at my godmother's place. Which is not a punishment for me, I actually love the place.

It's near the oceans, and there's a pine forest just near. So if you look to one side you can see the woods, and if you look to the other you can see the sea. Also my God mother owns an old light house, which used to be my head quarters as a child. And the garden with an artificial spring. The place is literally heaven to me. Another plus point is I don't see the weird things, when I'm there. No shadows lurking around. No sudden appearance of face less grins. It's one of the few places where I could actually sleep.

And my God mother, Elizabeth. she's awesome. She will come off as a dull and strict person at first but she's really fun and open minded. She knew me as a baby so she knew I was a boy. Yet when I started dressing as a girl sometimes at the age of 8,she accepted me. My mom accepted me too, she had let me wear whatever I wanted from childhood ?,But she's not even half as cool as Elizabeth.

I mean she's like 80 plus old, yet she let me call her Liz or Elizabeth. She doesn't like being called grandma or anything similar. And we have this routine in which we address each other as "Girl friend ". As open as my mother is, she gets uncomfortable when anyone uses feminine pronounces to address me.

Anyway, Lizabeth is the best of best. Also I had promised her a ride through the waves when I get my bike. I couldn't do it till now because of college and all the crap that comes along.

Oh tomorrow I would finally get to be there . I packed my stuff , feeling excited like a 6 year old about to go on a class trip. I miss the ocean.

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