Horrible day by Sasha Karpinskaya

Light of the lamp slammed to Miriam’s eyes. Two doctors bent over her, one of them was holding a scalpel and the other injected catheter with anesthesia. She recognized these eyes.Gradually began to start the sense of drowsiness and there was no doubt that surgery is almost began.

“Left... oh no no, right! Hmm, it still hanging unevenly,” wailed Miriam.

“And I still don’t understand why do you need to hang it here.”

“Betzi, it’s my diploma! Summa cum laud, by the way. I spent too much hours of sleeping and parties to get it.”

“And you find nothing better that hang it on the wall in the ragged room of our dormitory? Good for you, girl!”

“I just want to see it every day to remember why I’m here.”

“And this is the second thing I can’t figure out. You’ve got this diploma and enter to the rst university of state, but at the same time you had an ability to enter to the Oxford or something else but definitely better than… THIS.”

“I found study programs here fascinating, and that’s all. I’m here for studying, not for prestige of 

handsome boys in sexy uniform.”

“But you still need to change your closes and put make-up on if you want to go to the party. Left cool boys for me and just have a rest in the corner.”

“Ha-ha, we’ll see.”

After an hour of talking and girls things they were on their way to the house of “BETA” brotherhood. Miriam wasn’t apprehensive but near Betzi she was like her shadow so when they came in, she immediately starter to shifted with her eyes to find someone to talk with. It wasn’t too hard ‘cause after ten minutes tall brunet rolled up to her. 

“Why did you drive him off?” asked Betzi, who ran up to her. But it was too obviously to explain – he was a football player. A typical handsome but foolish student.

“He is out of my league,” joked Miriam. A lot of guys tried to lasso her that night but all of them 

were not for this girl.

“I’m sick of it, is there any place to rest? You promised me a rest, at long last.”

“Terrace,” snorted Betzi and jumped on someone’s back with hilarious bawl “Yahooo.”

Miriam was shoving drunken people around her to find this damned terrace. It wasn’t like in Venezia but everything was better than sofa with vomit into the living room. And, of course, the night was just started.

“Trying to rest or something?”