"Wind swept viciously , no match for the forceful hails over the entire village. The rain poured. Flooded streets. Drained Carriges.
Fendale's council perceived the vigorous rain as a good omen; it was rare for it to rain in Fendish drought.
The lightning struck South on a well, it wasn't that hard to predict the fatal ending that was taking East France by storm.
Hail so strong that it swept many homes away whilst the floods increased .What unfortunate disasters for the people's homes trashed with many fatal deaths in just one evening; those who lived to tell the tale recorded seeing the sky clear as day with mist-like air conditioning the storm, almost as if one could conclude that such weather had to have been man-made by the government in hopes to-"
"This...that's your big speech?" Dr. Wells interrupted in an indifferent tone as his face lay upon his left hand, right clicking a red pen.
"I ask you to write a 3500 word essay on hurricane D65 that took place in 1322 East France correct? First paragraph sounds persistently ridiculous. The third? A conspiracy theory?" he added.
Iris felt like sinking into the floor. Anxiety, embarrassment and fear consumed her at that moment. The entire lecture hall had eyes glued on her.
Silence filled the hall as she struggled to finds the words to possibly get herself out of the situation.
" Dr. Well, If I may retort... I- well the required section mentioned using all scholarly sources on the topic as far and best to one's ability and-"
" My nine-year old would articulate himself far greater than this. This University is not for amatures like Upington; they produce millionaires and we? We produce intelligent machines.
I expect nothing but levels higher than 'the best'." He ended, dismissing Iris.
Iris curtseyed 'why in the worlds did I just do that' and left the stage. The walk back to her seat felt like the walk of shame, but like any other high end, wealthy institution, fortunately, no one cared enough to continue staring. It was yet another day for students being brutally and academically roasted.
Iris' seat was far behind the podium, she sat next to Lucky Miller, the boy who'd lessen her shame.
Lucky Dean Miller was up next, known for he's lack in comprehension of anything but girls' assets and hardcore partying.
After an hour of orals, the class finally ended. Iris already had her stationary and laptop in her tote bag ready to rush out before Dr. Wells could insist on holding them for another hour.
As she leaped out the large doors she collided with a tall, mascular figure that caught her in his arms before she could fall back.
" I am so sorry, I will be attentive next time" Iris said whilst gripping both his arms to steady herself as she faced his chest. She slowly let go of him and tilted her head up to see a being so beautiful and majestic that she wondered if she was seeing right.
" Okay" was all he replied and his eyes began to wonder around her face to rest on her eyes, piercing through her soul through the slightly shaded spectacles. His expression domineering and stoic as ever. He then moved aside her walking into the lecture hall leaving Iris in a frenzy. Her heart beat was beginning to get more audible to her to which snapped her out of the trance the man's beauty and mere presence left her in. She looked back to see that he'd disappeared in the crowd that was coming out of the lecture hall.
' How can someone be so breathtakingly handsome and statuesque?' She thought to herself.
The bus ride back to her dorm room wasn't over five minutes long. As Iris got off the bus with a few other students, she held her gaze to the Victorian-structured and designed student building to which she felt so privileged to get to live in. To think a week ago, she would've left this place to live as a rag doll in a foreboding palace shrouded in countless chilling tales.
Iris Antwood, gifted in humane qualities was known for being unknown like the rest of the twenty-three thousand enrolled at The University of Centurion.
She gracefully tredded the world like a whisper; silent yet a personality so captivating and sweet that she leaves a lasting impression on anyone she meets. Perhaps that's the beauty of being an introvert; not everyone is granted access to experiencing who you truly are.
As the middle child of five siblings,
Her eyes carry a spark that developed from the cheery walls of the white and cream brown wooden house up Corlette street.
Being the middle child of four other siblings, life always felt like being stuck between a pillow and a rock. This meant experiencing the stereotypical pains and advantages that either youngest or elder had to endure whilst at time it felt like being overlooked. Nevertheless Iris couldn't ask for her childhood to be any other way. Her life as a whole being the living proof of the God she served; Perfect weird noisy family, publishable grades, dream university and...well not romantic love, Yet.
The road back home was icey due to the decline in weather. It was during spring season in Reyn Falls however just like the Fendale story, the weather had a mind of its own.
Iris' absolute flop in literature kept replaying in her head and for a moment she wished she could've cooked up some comeback. 'A nine year old would've definitely not gotten into a master's degree in literature' she pondered.
Iris drove thirty not only to ensure her safety but the safety of other cars around. Idea 25 played loudly through the radio, enlightening Iris to dive into a fantasy world were she played the whimsical piece in the middle of a flower field. The sound of notes were a perfect depiction of spring if put into a song.
Iris hummed the song as she made a right turn after the stop sign when she heard a loud thud at the back.
The car came to a halt as Iris breathed in deep breaths hoping she was not hit. This is was her mother's car to which she landed her only when she worked from home. Iris noticed a white Volvo parked right behind her with the navigation lights on indicating for other cars to pass. She positioned her glasses and stepped out of the car, each step towards the Volvo driver taunting her as she hoped it was not anything dire. 'Could this day get any worse?' She thought.
"I am so sorry for hitting your car, I was on an important call, I put you in so much danger. Please forgive me. See I'm late for one prominent event so how about this" the man said, who looked to be in his late twenties with one striking appearance in his black suit. He took out a pen and checkbook then handed it to her.
Iris' eyes widened as she looked at the amount of zeros on the check. She didn't even get the chance to glance at the back of her car to see if it was damaged, nevertheless speak out at all.
The man then pulled out a small business card and said "Call me if you need more. Again my apologies" And before Iris could respond the man hurriedly got into his car and drove off with speed. At that rate he might end up hitting another car.
Too stunned to speak, Iris stood in one dumbstruck position for a minute then she glanced at the back of her car.
Through detailed inspection, not even the slightest scratch was found. Did that man not see that there weren't any damages?
She looked at the card, 'Elias Throne' of Golden Luminary Hotels was his name. She'd never heard of this last name.
Iris began counting the zeros on the the check to ensure she wasn't becoming delusional. A single 'three' digit and five zeros!
Iris began hand-fanning and walking up and down to calm her nerves. The cars that passed by slightly halting due to her series of actions. 'Three-hundred thousand pounds?!!!' She could use this money to pay off remaining tuition that her scholarship couldn't cover and finally qualify to join a chemistry bridging course and become the researcher she could only dream of becoming.
Yet another side of her felt that it was only right to return the money since the driver didn't damage her car. Perhaps he was in such a hurry that he didn't see that her car was perfectly fine? She thought.
A few meters further, the same man can be seen driving in an exhilarating speed. When his phone rang, he connected it to the speaker with one hand and answered the call. "The Job is done, she took the money...well, I didn't give her much of a choice not to take it." She stated.
"Mmh" sounded the voice of the other side of the call then dropped. 'How rude' Elias thought.
As Iris walked towards the front door, a black luxury car stopped besides hers and the driver infront lowered his window to reveal an old man, possibly in his late seventies.
"Miss, is everything well?"he asked.
"Ah yess, perfectly fine now, thank you" Iris insisted. The figure in the back seat signaled the driver to move and the car drove off.
Iris didn't realize she spend so much time in the breezy snow, beneath the gloomy clouds until she got in the car; warm and homey just like her parents. She drove off, ready to see her family.