Bea jumped. Her heart was jacked on adrenaline. Her entire body shifted forward.
“What?!” She looked around seeking the trouble.
Her professor laughed softly. “Did we wake you, Mz. Thrownstyol?”
She slumped in her seat and asked her best friend if she’d been snoring. She had.
In the caf waiting for her friends to finish their plates of fries and grease, Bea looked around at the art other students had created years ago.
Everything was an ink blot to her.
“Bea, it’s time for Life Alive 101.”
She wiped the corner of her mouth. “Shit. Was I snoring?”
Her friends just laughed.
“You can live any way you want, any place you want, with whomever you want. But can you picture these desires? Can you speak in visual manifestation?”
One of the guys from their Psych 101 class leaned over and scream whispered, “I can’t believe they replaced philosophy with this bullshit.”
“Problem, Mr. Flint?”
“Have you even heard of Plato, Mrs. Rend?”
“One of your friends?”
The class laughed.
“I suggest you make more room in your schedule to be with your friends if you miss them so much.”
Someone in the seats above threw a balled up sheet of paper toward him. It hit Bea on the head.
She didn’t flinch.
“Dear God,” she said in her head.
Her best friend rolled his eyes.
“Fuck off,” she thought.
“I’m trying to listen to the lecture, Bea.”
“Sit across the room, jerk.”
“Pray on your own time, believer.”
“I am not listening to your shit today. You’re worse than Walking Dead over there.”
He rolled his eyes again and shook his head.
Bea woke breathing heavy feeling like she had pissed her pants.
“Hey, you okay?” Her bff asked.
“No, I’m obviously not.”
“What the hell do you want me to do about it?”