Chapter 4

As I entered the lecture hall for my Marketing class, I immediately felt eyes on me. Stern gazes seemed to be coming from every direction in the room. Two guys, both blonde and dressed impeccably, were by the window whispering to each other and laughing. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious in my cheap, worn clothes and shoes. As I sat down on an empty seat before me, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under the scrutiny of those two guys. I tried to focus on the upcoming lecture, but their mysterious laughter continued to distract me. Finally, the lecturer walked in, and I let out a sigh of relief, hoping that the class would begin soon and put an end to my discomfort.

But my relief was short-lived. As soon as the lecturer started speaking, one of the guys tapped me on the shoulder. 

“Hey, you,” he whispered, “what’s your name?” I turned to face him, feeling a bit uneasy.