Thursday Taster 92: Parallel Slip

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"So, what class?" Amy asked again.

"Neurobiology," I said.

"That's not on the physics curriculum," Amy said.

"I know that but since my brain is a bit weird," I whispered not wanting to be heard.

"Oh yeah, that makes sense," Amy said. "I have a chemistry class in one hour, that's going to be hell."

"Chemistry is fun, normally..." I ventured.

"For a physics student, maybe, you have all the small cute stuff," Amy answered. "I'm talking about organic chemistry here, I'll have to memorise formulas as long as the street in front of the main building and I hate rote memorisation."

She caught her bread jumping from the toaster and put it on the plate moving her fingers quickly.

"You want to ditch and join me," I said. I could definitely use some company, especially that I didn't really trust myself to find the class.

"Thanks but no thanks, if I ditch my first university class ever, Alex would kill me before our parents even know, save them the trouble," Amy said disappearing in the corridor with her toasted bread. I put my bowl of hot chocolate in the free microwave and waited for it to be warm. I must have looked like a kid drinking this but I couldn't stomach coffee. As I walked out of the corridor, trying not to spit everything on the floor while carrying my hot chocolate bowl back to my room with the tip of my fingers, Alex was there.

"Let me hold the door for you," he said.

"We don't have classes this morning, why are you here?"

"I've gotta make sure that Amy goes to hers," Alex said. "How can you read that? I can't get a single word out of general relativity and we'll only start special relativity next year."

"I'm just pretending I can," I said.

"Fake it until you make it," Alex said.

"Sort of, I hate that we have to go through basics before getting to the really interesting stuff," I answered.

"You think exactly like Amy," Alex answered.

"Thanks for coming over to wake me up but if I had to count on you I would definitely be late, wish me luck," Amy said putting a kiss on Alex's cheek before running away without waiting for an answer.

"I'm sure it's not the organic chemistry making her so excited," Alex said looking at his sister disappear at the end of the corridor from my door.

"She seemed about to vomit just telling me about it," I answered.

"Amy is generally nauseous in the morning, not a morning person," he said.

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