Amy p.o.v

I hoot at a group of students that rush across the road to the other side. I know that I'm late for my physiology lecture and even though it bores the brains out of my skull, I need to pay attention if I want to pass.

I swipe my student ID to enter the parking area. As usual the campus is busy, crowded and loud. I search for an empty parking space and spot one at the far, extreme right end, next to the humungous yellow wood tree. I press the accelerator harder and my black volvo races. It would be quite a task to park in the small spot between the tree and the huge truck, but I know that I would ace it.

But, suddenly, before I know it, a yellow porche (beautiful) whizzes before me and my reflexes automatically forces my right foot to jam on the breaks. My car suddenly switches off and my body falls forward. I hear car horns and people shouting. I feel weak and my heart races as I lift my head slowly. I then realise that my parking space is taken by the very yellow porshe that almost took my life. How dare he?

So he nearly killed me over a parking spot? How mean. How inconsiderate. I will not leave him. However, when I look over to see the driver, he is no longer in his seat but is casually walking away after auto locking his car. He is too far away for me to run after him now. The only thing I notice about the driver as he walks away is his neon boots.

I shake myself and I can feel the blood rush through my body. I know that now I am mad. There is nothing I hate more than irresponsible, stubborn park place thieves. What the hell just happened??? I start my car again and smile to myself.

I drive forward and stop behind the yellow porshe, leaving only about a five centimetre space between the two bumpers. Revenge is sweet! I switch off the car and smile in victory when I realise that the driver would not be able to move the car out, now that mine is blocking the way.

I pick up my denim bag and jump out of the car. I lock the car and brace myself for the long walk to my department. I text Layla and decide to prank her.

Amy: Heyy I'm so sorry can't make it to campus today...I'm down with the flu.

I chuckle to myself and shove my phone into my front pocket. The sun strikes on the gravel ground. Well I had to get used to the sun when I moved to South Africa. It's Africa after all. We didn't get much sun in London.

On the type of days that people in London would walk out in shorts and vests, people here would wear woollen sweaters. I chuckle. The only sad thing about Durban is that it does not snow here. It does in most places in South Africa. It just never snows in Durban.

However, the people of Durban are excited as well as afraid that this Winter, it may actually snow. Why afraid? It shows how the effect of Climate change is actually kicking in. The fact that there is a possibility for snow to fall in a place that has never witnessed snow fall is terrifying. Oh my god Amanda! Stop it with all the geography and meteorology.

A few yards away the campus basket ball team are practicing for the coming up big games. The coach stands against the brick wall and watches intently at the skillful players.

The muscular youths bouncing the ball suddenly stop and turn towards me as I pass the grounds. My heart skips a beat. The tall, muscular guy standing in the middle smiles in my direction. My cheeks heat up and I look down.

I know that most guys do turn in my direction when I am around, but I feel very self conscious and aware when they do and can't help but blush.

Suddenly, a question pops up in my mind. Am I beautiful? Well if guys look at me the way the basketball players are looking at me now, then I must be beautiful. These guys don't just stare at anyone. If I am, this beauty is of no use to me. I want to go unnoticed.