Chapter 8 : Black Hours

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  "Holy shit. That's the President. You just s-saw President L, Ms. Transferee."

  I stood in my place, firm and immobilized because of what she just blurted out.

  She just cursed at me, right? What the...

  "Oh. Yeah? I just saw the President, alright. What about it?" I discarding asked her while my eyebrows were raised up to the highest level. I don't particularly appreciate how people here in BWH address me. I'm getting sick of it, actually. Also, I don't get it. Ok, yeah. I just came eyes to eyes with the President. What's the big deal with it? Do they have to really make a fuss out of it?

  "What? What am I supposed to do? Should I be scared or what because our eyes interlocked? Huh? Say it!"

  "None of us had seen President L, Ms. Transferee. He never let students in BWH know his face. He remains unknown and mysterious to us ever since. And you, interlocking with his eyes even for just a millisecond is... an achievement."