It was Sheila Scones' first day at University of Saint-Shimwyn. She had miscalculated how much time she had to get ready that morning, snoozing her alarm a couple of times. She felt a little dizzy and dehydrated. She wondered if she might have caught a virus. The young woman poured herself a large glass of water that she chugged in a few seconds only. Feeling like she was going to need help to concentrate, she brewed herself a cup of coffee as well.
Wanting to make a great first impression, she carefully chose her outfit for the first day of her new life. She wanted to dress in a way that would both look classy, clean, but make heads turn at the same time. After all, she was determined to find love. She had never dated anyone before, but was definitely starting to notice men more. She also knew that people found her attractive. She was a tall red haired woman, with almond shaped brown eyes, and a lot of freckles. Her legs were extra long and her hips were rounder and rounder every day. She didn't wear any bra, because it felt uncomfortable, and her breasts were small and perky. She liked the look of her nipples under her shirt, especially in colder weather, which was most of the time in Saint-Shimwyn. After careful evaluation, Sheila settled on a white v-shaped collared shirt and a red plaid skirt.
She was just finishing applying her red lipstick when she realized that she was late and would miss the bus. After a glance outside, she realized she would probably need an umbrella. She looked everywhere in the vestibule, but it was nowhere to be found. All she had for that type of weather were some tall black rain boots. She put them on quickly, and ran outside.
It wasn't raining yet. In fact, it was like the sky was holding the rain as long as it could. That was a huge relief for Sheila, as she didn't want to show up soaked wet on her first day of Uni.
She was almost at the bus stop, the bus was already there. She ran as fast as she could, waving at the driver. "Wait for me, please don't go yet" she yelled, out of breath. Her skirt was moving with the wind, sometimes showing off her white undies. Unfortunately, no one seemed to notice her running and screaming, and the bus left her behind.
Grey and swollen, the sky finally let go. Slow at first, an accidental drizzle, scattered drops that shamefully darkened the pavement. Then the downpour came. No control, no grace. Just a full release. It splashed and streaked down windows like tears, pooling in gutters, running in messy little rivers no one could stop.
Sheila could still make it to her first class, though maybe a few minutes late, if she kept running. She did so, covering her head the best she could with her backpack. It was almost useless, because soon enough, her bag, long red hair, and shirt were drenched. She was also starting to feel the urgency to empty her bladder. She ran for 20 minutes before reaching the school. She was already 10 minutes late and wasn't sure where the classroom was. The young woman was a perfectionist, and disliked the idea of missing a class, especially on the first day. If she showed up, she could still apologize to the teacher afterwards and ask if she had missed anything. She ran passed the bathrooms, and hesitated for a second. She really needed to go. She tried to push the door, but it was locked. "Oh well, I can probably hold it, no time to look for another bathroom" she thought. Luckily, a teacher was passing by. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other in order to control her bladder, she nervously asked for directions to room B-3 where the science class was.
15 minutes after the start of her class, she finally reached her destination. She was so tired and out of breath from all the running, that she pushed the door violently without thinking. Inside the classroom, all the heads turned towards Sheila. The science teacher stared at her up and down, his eyes resting a few seconds at the height of her breasts. "Well! You must be Miss Scone. Better late than never I suppose, but don't let that become a habit, or your grades will suffer! Now please take a seat!" said Mr. Bump, the science teacher. Sheila walked shamefully to an empty desk in the front row. Her rain boots were squeaking. There was a puddle of water in each one of them. It was like a cold bath for her feet in there. Water was leaking from her drenched hair to the ground. Her make up was starting to leak, she felt really messy. She could hear students whispering and quietly giggling from the back of the room.
After introducing the semester's science curriculum, Mr. Bump didn't waste any time. He turned to the board and announced "Today we begin with the water cycle".
Of course he did. "Evaporation. Condensation. Precipitation."
He said it like it was just science, but something about the way he lingered on precipitation, like it meant something heavier, wetter, more sudden- made Sheila shift in her seat.
