“I believe this must be a prank. Look, Alex, I’d have something I was doing before you called so tell me why you called me suddenly” I asserted, staring at him. He rubbed his temple and relaxed back on his seat, thinking deeply about something that I had no idea of.
“Someone broke into your quarters and stole your designs. Most of the designs you left on your shelf have been destroyed, nothing was saved” he said bluntly, gazing directly into my eyes, which had widened out of shock.
“What! What did you say?” I inquired as I snapped out of my daze, it was hard for me to believe that I’d lost my years of hardship. The designs on my shelf are from my early beginnings when I was still a sophomore in college.
“You’ve got to calm down Hazel, you can still create other designs right?” I sprang
