The antisocial insect

Wind kissed parts of her back and neck.

It's chilly. Goddamn this place!

She was worried whether the next week would be as much of an abomination as this one.

Cherophobia was her recent discovery.

Her batchmates sitting right in front of her. Did they know her? Ofcourse they did.

Were they interested in befriending her? Yeah, maybe. She looked at them thinking one of them would look back. And one ofcourse did. Even if in sheer disgust of having someone eavesdrop on her conversations

Did she wanna go talk and expand? Fuck yes. She did. And did she do that?

Goddamn this shithole of moronic trivialities.

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