Song: High-Lighthouse

"Let me tell you something, okay? Where I'm from, having a dream doesn't make you smart. Knowing it won't come true? That does." - Ryan Atwood The O.C

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I stand still stupefied as what just happened gradually sinks in.

"Oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness!" I start walking around my room on my toes overwhelmed with emotions. Remembering that I had yet to reply him I hurry back to my bed and with trembling hands pick up the phone. Unlocking it, I click on the notification for the Direct message that immediately leads me to his message to me.

"I'm going to work now,"

Was all it said.

Why was he telling me he was going to work? It's not like I was some important person he had to report his movements to.

I suddenly remember that he never replied to my answer. Maybe he is telling me he is leaving so it doesn't seem weird that he asked a question and suddenly went silent when I gave him an answer? Convinced that's the case, I type back.

"That's okay, have a great day!" I reply with a fist emoji.

"Mhmm Talk to you later," A reply comes in to which I almost drop my phone again.

Talk to you later? TALK TO YOU LATER?!

 I was officially losing it as I blankly stare at my phone. Not only had Master followed me, he'd also sent me a private message!

I was in a daze, the events of the past few seconds seeming like a dream.  Too unreal, too dreamlike. Yet it was my reality.

After a couple of minutes, I am woken from my dazed state by the continuous buzzing of my phone. Looking down wondering who was blowing me up I am shocked by the number of notifications on people that were now following me on Instagram.

Was I being spammed by fake instagram accounts? Half excited, half doubtful I click on the instagram app and watch in shock and amazement as my followers keep increasing from the meagre 100 to 200, 300, 1000, 2020, 3050... in mere seconds I had gained 5000 followers! 

Why?! Suddenly I notice a trend, the usernames.

Shangyeswife

Mastersgirl

MasterShangye

YesGirl

InlovewithShangYe

As if confirming my suspicions...a comment left gives me an answer.

"I came to see what this littlehannah looks like, turns out like Shang Ye she doesn't have her picture on instagram #Cryingemoji "

More comments like that ensue.

"Why did master follow her? 

That was true why did master follow me? 

Do you think they are dating?

Obviously not, didn't you hear her say he was teaching her about writing

"Teaching" I want master to "teach" me too!

Hey stop maligning our master!

He obviously followed her to keep "teaching" her

"Hey hey stop with the suggestiveness!

"Order in the court, order in the court!

Just passing by to see how she looks but instead I am met with inspirational quotes and flowers! #SMH 

That one comment slaps me to my sense and stops me from reading any further replies as I run to my profile to inspect all my pictures. Surely I never uploaded anything bad right? I can't have master see it! Not like he'd actually scroll through the instagram page of a little unknown write like me but....as his fan I can't allow him to be maligned if I posted something controversial in the past. I can't have master brought down by numerous enemies who were looking to pull him down for a mistake I made. I'd never forgive myself, and so I scroll quickly through all my pictures and notice nothing weird. I sigh in relief. Thank Goodness, fifty percent of my pictures were nature pictures like the sky and snow, the other fifty were inspirational quotes or abstracts...

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I was in a really bad mood, not an angry mood but a sad mood. It was two weeks after Shang Ye followed me and sent me the private message. I hadn't heard from him and didn't expect to but that wasn't what had me sad.I was sad because I had spent all week studying for my genetics exam yet I had gotten a sixty in it and it was looking like I was not going to get an A, B or C in the class. I click on the total average and look at it once more. 181/272. 

I was doing excellently in all my other classes but this class was the one that seemed like would pull down my GPA. For the first exam of the semester I had gotten a 72/100. For the second I had gotten a 60/100. I wanted to cry yet the tear were not falling. It wasn't that I was dumb either, the genetics teacher just didn't know how to teach genetics. You know those teachers who it's obvious they know what they're doing and are smart but don't know how to teach others what they know so in class it feels like they're talking to themselves and not really teaching? That's my genetics professor. What actually has helped me so much is the textbook, yet even with the text book they were things I didn't understand like pedigrees and how to distinguish x-linked pedigrees from autosomal pedigrees.

"Hannah how did you do in your genetics exam?" Kristina asks from where she was sitting by the study desk next to the window in our room.

I shake my head.

"Not as good as I thought," I reply.

She gets up and walks over stretching her hand before me. I pass my phone to her. She takes my phone and opens our schools app to look at my grade.

"It's not that bad, you can do better in the next exam,"

That's what I thought of this exam. I stay silent and simply nod as she hands me back my phone.

What if I don't do well in the next exam? Also considering how bad I did in this that means I need to aim for nothing less that a ninety in the next exam. Was that even possible?

I had lost all faith in my being able to turn it around. Sighing I get up to use the bathroom. 

While sitting in the bathroom I think about what exactly it was I failed, was it the questions on X-linkage and pedigree? Was it Epistatsis or codomininance? What did I fail that I got such a low score and what did I get right? Could it be that my mark was mistakenly switched with another? Was it just marked wrong? I was in a really bad mood and it kept getting worse the more I thought about the exam.

I flush the toilet and wash my hands as I stare at myself in the mirror. Are you really going to get an F in this class? Or will my quizzes help? Will the professor give make ups? But his syllable never said so.

Sighing, I dry my hands and walk back into the room.

My phone beeps, listless I pick it up my eyes widening at the notification on the screen. It was an instagram notification, with a message from Shang Ye.

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