I'm Not Daria
Be late

"Miss Darla."

He called me, he was a Professor of Biology at my college.

Mistress Maria said calmly, Since I was surprised, I looked at her with apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry, professor."I said as I held the bag strap on my shoulder nervously as I realized some eyes were looking at me.

He looked at me through his thick red-framed glasses, pushing it further up his nose. "Are you aware that you are nearly twenty-five minutes late to class?"

"I know, but someone has..-?"

"I don't want excuses. You can't be late for class. On time or not coming at all.!!"

I turned my eyes from her to the floor. Lady Maria is a cold-headed woman. He's actually a good professor, but make no mistake, he can be scary if he wants to. No one dared to be late for class.

But it is. Coincidentally a girl accidentally spilled her drink all over my body before I entered the classroom, I first went to the toilet to clean myself. And I didn't even hear the bell signifying that Madam Maria's class had begun.

"If you're only five minutes late, it'll be fine, I'll forgive you Miss Darla .but do you realize that you've been late for twenty-five minutes"?

"It's just a few minutes, Miss Mary". I cursed myself, I just wanted to be quiet. But I don't know why my mouth suddenly talks like that.

"Slow a few minutes? Twenty-five is a lot!!".

"A-I'm sorry, "I stammered, as a result of being the center of attention of my classmates.

"Sorry also because I have to take one point from your academic achievements"

"No!". My voice's up.

" I mean, Miss Mary please don't, don't do this. That's not gonna happen again. Please,"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't do it, Miss Adinda Darla. Do you realize how bad your performance was in the final exam?"She asked.

I'm staying quiet. I did a very bad thing on that exam. The concept wasn't easy and I rarely had time to study because of my part-time job.

"Do you remember what Centimorgan, aneuploidy, Monosomy, and Trisomy are? I'm pretty sure you learned it in your Biology class in high school ."

I looked at him with a shy smile on my face. "Uh, Centimorgan is a genetic disorder in which a person has four-no, um three copies of a chromosome instead of two," I said uncertainly, I looked at him expectantly.

"That's Trisomi!. Not Centimorgan!!.

"Oh, um.sorry."I said quickly.

His gaze intimidated me and I just looked down again at the suddenly interesting pattern on the tile, I hoped he would just disappear.

"You don't know what that is? Two points will be taken.

He said calmly.

"I don't want you in my class today."

I still don't budge.

"Please Miss Mary, just this time "

"No,!!!!!!" he almost raised his voice.

I left before he told me again. I

spent the rest of my time in the library studying . For the next class, I made sure I would arrive early.

......

The professor wasn't there when I got to class. I walked to my seat which was in a far corner, away from the lecturer's sight.

There are a lot of students in the class. They all talk to their friends.

I looked away from their happy faces and pulled out my book. I'm not very smart but I've got pretty good grades in all subjects except Cluster Biology/Genetics.

I opened my book and stared at the pages. I didn't read it. I just don't want to see people around me laughing happily with their friends.

I actually have a best friend, her name is Arianna. I call her Anna .He works in a cafe with me. He's like family to me. And then there's Mrs Angel. Just like her name says, she is an angel-hearted woman who owns the cafe where I work. She treated me like her own daughter and I loved her very much. She lost her daughter in a car accident a few years ago.

It was something horrible that he had told me when I started working in his cafe less than a year ago. She's understanding and I'm sure she won't be mad at me for being late today, I consider Arianna and Lady Angel to be my family.

Shortly after, the professor entered the class.

I watched what he taught me and recorded it. I also noticed as she scolded a man in class. A man spoke harshly to the Lecturer. I hate my classmates. They're all rich not like me. But that's not why I hate them. But the way they talk to other people, and also the way they behave is what makes me angry.

Most people don't talk to me because my status is not as high and I'm not rich. But I'm not a poor starving midfielder. Madam Angel paid me well.

Some people are kind enough to be my friends, but can see that they are friendly to me because they love me. And I don't want their sympathy, I want really good friends and what they are.

I'm not good at reading people, so I'm not sure. Maybe it's my disbelief that's to blame.

The lecturer continued his teaching and after an hour.

I got out of class and that's when someone pushed me away from their path. I dropped the books in my hand. My eyes are looking for the culprit.

Yeah, that's Pritta Olivia, she walked right past me. He didn't notice my eyes.

"Can't you walk properly?". I spit.

He turned.

"You're blocking my way" He sneered at me. "And my God! Did you just touch me?!"He made a horrible face on me.

"i don't touch shitty things. I'm sure you're pushing me." I'm not like them, but that doesn't mean I'll shut up when something like that happens to me.

"What did you call me?"He moved closer and grabbed my arm. His perfectly groomed nails pierced through my skin.

"You're part of the crap. Take your hands off me." I tried to rebel and let go of my hands from his tight grasp as his little nails began to wound my hands.

" Silence, base sia*l*n!"He took my hand and looked me straight in the eye. "You deserve what you get."

"What do you mean?"

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