บท 103: (S)02. Storeroom.

The early October morning was filled with dark clouds, with no trace of the sun coming up anytime soon, well hidden beneath the dark clouds. Strong winds blew taking along with it dirts and dried leaves, the murky earthy smell permeates the air giving off a refreshing feeling. The sidewalk was less crowded and the honking noises of vehicles filled the air, racing down the streets, seeking shelter before the rain came pouring.

Hastening my pace, I gripped my coat tighter keeping the cold out. Muttering some supplications, I peeped down at my wristwatch which says 7:56 am. I have barely 4min left to make it to the library, if I'm lucky enough I wouldn't have to put up with Mrs. Tahira's rants early this morning. Though I live 10mins away from work, I still somehow manage to not be on time. Don't ask me why, I can't answer that.