Destiny

She was talking to a few friends sitting on a bench right in front of an old school building. The sun was setting and the sky was colorful. She laughed. Her teacher passed by and mentioned something about the essay; she smiled. As soon as the teacher left she quickly left and entered the building.

The mosquito was quietly waiting for some hot body to enter the dorm-room were he had found himself trapped right after sunset. He was on the corner, hidden on the shadow of the wooden door, barely visible for the distracted eye.

The stressed student entered. She threw her bag over the bed. She threw herself over the bed and threw the bag to the floor. She stood up. She looked at her image on the mirror hanging on the other side of the room. She didn’t see the mosquito. He had already seen her. Sssss. He started to agitate himself. He jumped from one corner to another not ready to attack yet. The student took out her laptop. Her phone rang. She hung up and put it away. She started tipping. No time for Facebook today. The mosquito approached her. Ssss. She thought she heard him. She didn’t see it. She shook her head. Ssss. He accommodated himself by the desk lamp. Not for long.  She continued tiping. Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap. He approached her again. Ssss right on her ear. She shook her head. Ssss on her left year; she slapped herself. Sss again. She stopped and looked annoyed. She went back to the tipping. The mosquito took some distance and patiently waited for a few minutes. The student took a deep breath and put some music; some old ragtime. The mosquito looked at the candent red spot in the middle of the dark room. He flew in her direction. The rapid song ended with a noisy chord. He bit her. She slapped herself.