Crescent put all the items back in their places and ensured that nothing looked out of the ordinary.
She changed into fresh clothes and collected the used cotton balls along with a few other things which were to be thrown in a small plastic bag.
Hiding it beneath her towel, she came out of the washroom. Misty was up by now.
"Good morning!" Misty yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"Good morning." She replied softly, although it was anything but good to her.
On her very first visit, she was already injured.
"You already freshened up? Wait for me, I will be out soon. We will go to the mess together!" Msty jumped on her feet, took a few items from her cupboard and was out of sight.
"Okay." Crescent put the towel on her bed and sighed. She took the plastic bag and threw it in the dustbin outside their room.
After that, she threw herself on her bed.
With just the silence all around, she felt a lot better.
What exactly happened last night?
Were her guesses about the cemetery correct? But if that was really the case, why was she not able to cross the fence?
This was not what she had imagined. What if she were never able to cross that fence?
Would it mean that she came all the way here for nothing? What about the ones waiting for her to succeed?
Crescent opened her eyes when she felt the sunrays filtering in through the windows. Misty had pushed the curtains aside.
"It's past eight o'clock. We should move to not get late on the very first day of college."
"Yeah, right."
Before entering the University, Crescent was presented with multiple options to pursue further. However, the one she picked was the history and culture.
She hoped that it would prove to be extremely useful.
Wearing blue jeans and a white cardigan over a t-shirt, Crescent tied the shoelaces.
Done.
She was ready for the day.
It took ten more minutes for Misty to get ready, and they stepped out of the room to go to the mess.
Being an International university, the University of Lilac offered several options for breakfast, not just in terms of cuisine but also in dining.
There was a mess on the ground floor of the dormitories, but there was also a pretty Cafe right outside. There were food vans which offered almost all kinds of food.
The university ensured that no one was running out of options while picking up a place to eat.
For Crescent and Misty, they had tried the food of the mess last night, and they found it not bad. That's why they were again going to the mess for breakfast.
The breakfast was pretty light but tasty. They were offered buns, jams, scrambled eggs, milk or coffee as per their own taste.
As soon as they sat, Misty took a pause and asked with curiosity. "I didn't ask it before, but where are you from?"
Crescent kept the plate on the table and pulled the chair. "Lilac Town." She had learnt this answer on her tips in the past few months.
The first time Crescent was hit with this question was while they went for the interview at the first university that Mrs Walter had shortlisted.
And not knowing what to answer, she had stayed quiet. Later on, Mr Walter had brought a few documents to her, which were the adoption certificates, along with her identity cards, mentioning their address as her permanent residential address.
"For real?" Misty swallowed the bun she was chewing before saying, "You don't look like the beauty of Lilac Town." She casually commented.
Well, because she was not.
Crescent had a pale skin tone as compared to the people here, whose skin tones normally were olive or tan. But that was not what differentiated her from others.
She had eyes, too pretty to be true. They were blue, coordinating well with her black eyebrows and thick eyelashes.
They were not the same as those which made her appear even paler. But the kind which sharpened her face.
"Why do you think so, though?" Crescent would like to hear her theory.
"Your eyes are one thing, too pretty. But your wavy long hair, naturally rosy lips, good height and skin tone generally are similar to the features of the ones living in eastern."
"Oh."
Crescent did not put much thought into it, knowing very well where she belonged.
"What about you?" She changed the topic.
Misty shrugged, "Lived in the North for my whole life."
Crescent took a few more bites before having enough. She just can't eat a lot at once, and there was another matter that her back hurt with each stretch of her arm.
The way she stopped herself from hissing was also a struggle!
Soon, they were done with breakfast and went to their classes.
While Crescent was a student of History, Misty was studying Fine Arts. The last night while she was setting her side, Crescent had gotten the chance to look at the few paintings of hers.
And she had to say that they were really good.
By the time Crescent stepped into her class, she was just a few seconds ahead of the professor. Getting the vacant seat only at the end of the class, she went there.
The first lecture was on Spanish. When filling up the admission forms, each student had to pick a language they would get fluent in apart from their native language.
Her reason for choosing Spanish was that she could understand it to some extent, but others did not really need to know that.
No one knew about it, and she planned to keep it a secret.
Crescent already hated languages, and to learn one from the beginning was a huge no for her!
There was already this university degree she was pursuing, all for one reason. Wouldn't want to add other subjects to study later on.
"A precious morning, class!"