"Wind sputtered hurriedly, no match for the forceful hails over the entire village as the storm grew and thundered. The rain poured. Flooded streets. Drained Carriges.
The people of Fendale took vigorous rain as a good omen; Extremely rare it was, for it to rain in Fendish drought however as the lightning struck South, it wasn't that hard to predict the fatal ending that was taking Lest France by storm...pun intended .
The hail was so strong that it swept many homes away whilst the floods grew bigger .What unfortunate disasters for the people's homes trashed with many fatal deaths in just one evening , any ray of hope tarnished as-"
"This...that's your big speech huh?" Mr Williams interrupted in an indifferent yet cold tone as he 's face lay upon his left hand, right clicking a red pen.
"I ask you to write a 27 page essay on hurricane D65 that took place in 1265 Lest France correct? First paragraph and yet you already sound persistently ridiculous." he added.
Iris felt like sinking into the floor. Anxiety, embarrassment and fear was all she felt at that moment, as the entire hall had eyes on her, her eyes started becoming watery.
" Sir William, I -i , may I please start again...in a proper m-."
" Most definitely not. You may...not because from the beginning , it already sounds ridiculous. I will remind you Miss Antwood that your freshman placing here is by proficient standings. My nine year old would articulate himself a master's better than you. Khiel University is not for amatures like Harvard breeds; they produce millionaires and we? Intelligent machines. I expect nothing but levels higher than 'the best'." He ended, shooing Iris away.
Iris bowed at the head lectures on stage and walked towards her seat. The walk back resembled the walk of shame, but like any other high end, wealthy institution, no one cared enough to stare. It was yet another day for students brutality academically roasted.
Iris' assigned seat was far behind the podium, she sat next to Lucky Miller, the boy who'd lessen her shame. It will make sense in a minute.
Luckily Dean Miller was up next, known for he's lack in atom comprehension...implying he could not humanely understand anything tangible. Anything. Being Mr Williams nephew however defined otherwise.
"Go Nepo Baby!" One person remarked inaudibly.
After four hours of the three fourths of orals to be completed, the eleven-hundred seated in Gravin Hall were dismissed, Iris being one of the first to rush out.
Iris Antwood, remarkable by humane nature was known to being unknown like the rest of the thirty-three thousand enrolled at Khiel University. She gracefully tredded the world like a whisper; quiet yet with anticipation to let her voice lightly fill the earth. Her eyes carry a spark that developed from the cheery walls of the white and cream brown wooden house up Corlette street.
Being the middle child of four other siblings, life always felt like being stuck between a pillow and a rock. This meant experiencing the stereotypical pains and advantages that either youngest or elder had to endure whilst at time it felt like being overlooked. Nevertheless Iris couldn't ask for her childhood to be any other way. Her life as a whole being the living proof of the God she served; Perfect weird noisy family, publishable grades, dream university and...well not romantic love, Yet.
The road back home was icey due to the decline in weather. It was during spring season in Reyn Falls however just like the Fendale story, the weather had a mind of its own.
Iris' absolute flop in literature kept replaying in her head and for a moment she wished she could've cooked up some comeback. 'A nine year old would've definitely not gotten into a master's degree in literature' she pondered.
Iris drove thirty not only to ensure her safety but the safety of other cars around. Idea 25 played loudly through the radio, enlightening Iris to dive into a fantasy world were she played the whimsical piece in the middle of a flower field. The sound of notes were a perfect depiction of spring if put into a song.
Iris hummed the song as she made a right turn after the stop sign when she heard a loud thud at the back.