Hurry up you!!! Its already 8:55 man!
It was apparently not easy for his friends to dress up as quick as he could considering he had literally no hair on his head to style. Life was slowly getting on track. Studies were fun – getting good grades a puny target, the guys around him were great (even if they seemed unable to get anywhere on time), and life at LPU was..awesome.
His girlfriend’s elder brother had put some sort of challenge to him, “9 pointers of first semester end up being the guys with the most amount of backlogs in their ums accounts and cigarettes in their hidden vaults”, were his words. Being an army man, he shrugged it off as no big deal. Little did he know…
By the end of the first two semesters life had changed by a lot – his girl had left him (so much for everlasting love), his head finally had some hair on it,the jeans were slowly and steadily lowering from the awkward chest level to the university standards of one hand ready to pull em up in case of a classroom wardrobe malfunction. The biggest change though – the first year friends that were taken away from him, making him a loner once agai… “ima commit suicide man,I cant just take it anymore.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
