Adrenalin, Dopamine, Serotonin. (Work in Progress)

Love in the making? Work in Progress, more to be added on a later date.

A rush of uncertain freshman congested the halls as they all bustled about, clumsily and inefficiently shuffling their way to where they thought] their classes were. Apprehension ran thick through the corridors, almost  effecting upperclassman as the massive amount of newness disoriented them. A few professors let themselves remain stationary at key point in order to straighten out the few confused stragglers. The hallways were long and wide, with large open doorways leading to various old lecture rooms. This was the ancient part of the building, renowned for it's history in instructing ready minds into the top doctors of today.

Within these winding corridors, a small figure was obscured by the sheer difference in height in comparison to his fellow classmates. His green eyes wearily swept the ground, observing the back of people's heels as they tread in front of him. His expression was void of a tellable emotion. In the end, he simply looked… bored. His posture was hunched downwards at a slight angle due to the canvas bag which he slung across his shoulder, filled with books and a variety of other materials which he had received via a full scholarship.

He sleepily closed his eyes in combination with a sigh as he awkwardly reached up and tackled an itch which was presently bugging his forehead. An itch is a strange quirk which remains elusive in explanation… at least, on a psychological level. Itches themselves have a variety of causes, whether it be lack of natural oils on the skin, or a pesky microscopic organism which had decided to temporarily house themselves there. Of course, in a common situation, an itch could be removed by the simple instinctive act of scratching it. Scratching an itch also seems highly psychological in the fashion in which it calms the mind down from it's sudden heightened perception of such a disturbance on the skin… He gently lowered his arm, letting his opposing hand grab onto the canvas sling of his bag. For the first time in a while, his eyes snapped upwards to orient himself. His blonde hair gently fell into his face, but he brushed it away in an instant. His eyes darted downwards, eyeing a wristwatch that he had on upside-down on his left wrist . Because it was the first day, a few more minutes were provided to get to class. He wasn't really concerned, being a sophomore... he had already tread down these halls a few months ago.

He gently pursed his lips as he turned his head. His pace gradually slowed until he came to a stop, turning his head to peer into a  partially filled class. He had already memorized his schedule; first period was Advanced Psychology. This was the right room… it was spacious, with a series of curved lecture benches. All in all, it looked like a generic lecture hall, the kind he had been in multiple times before.

He lumbered down the long series of stairs, each of them letting one enter the long line of lecture benches. He counted them in his mind. 1, 4, 15… 24. There were twenty-four of them. He turned around, mentally dividing the space into quadrants. Within those quadrants, he calculated the number of seats. With more calculations, he selected the tenth seat in the sixth row. A minute smile was on his face as pushed his way past a few students, muttering quiet "excuse me"s and "sorry"s. 

Author's Note

It's a work in progress.

Reviews

[Mason]

I like your addition of psychological impulses. I could tell by the title that this would follow along those lines. I appreciated the pause in your writing to detail the nature of an itch and our incessant need for scratching it. I don't think I shall be disappointed with the progression of this piece. I hope to see what more you can add to this story.

[Dante Walker]

so far? amazing, I especially liked how you showed how and where the need for an itch came from... a little confused on whether or not that was intentional, but very good regardless

[E. L. Foley]

I love this so far! It's an interesting look into the character's thought process, with nice rhythm to the narration.