"Wow," you faintly tell yourself, "...only a week into college and I already despise it here?" You've got no friends grievously, but do you really mind? Everyone here is a douche anyways.
You stop staring at the ceiling in your dormitory bed, get up, and depressingly walk to your desk. There lies your elderly brown journal; it reminds you of all the days you were left alone with no one. You've come to write in it, for it's look is begging for attention. It makes a loud crackling noise as you open it as if it hadn't been used for a while. You use it every day, so of course it only made that sound because something is telling you to buy a new one. One more colorful and clean. But you like this one just the way it is; it holds memories so powerful, yes, memories from a journal. You've got to expect the unexpected sometimes because if you don't, life will eventually end up becoming boring. You find yourself tearing up...why? Well, you think it's because you realized how lonely and broken you are. This is new, but how come? You've been lonely ever since you started high school; you realized that high schoolers are salty and fake. You lived through that, thankfully, but then realized that you still have to get through college. You try not to seem too depressed though, because then people would start to worry. Some people might wonder, what is so bad about that? Well, you can not stand attention because it brings people you did not ask for into your life. Not to sound rude or anything, but you hate that. They can end up ruining your life, and make you regret everything you've done. They can turn into your enemy. What is wrong with you? No tears today!
You start writing what was on your mind into your journal, and then eventually your grey watery eyes start clearing up. Pages turn, moments pass, and a tear falls. You find that a tear has fallen onto your journal page and soak into the word, "Mysterious". How come? Does this mean something? Oh come on, what were you thinking, this is real life, not a fairytale. You check the clock, look outside while hearing the rain aggressively hit the window. You decide to go for a walk around campus; you love walking in the rain, it's so special in it's own way. The dormitory door creeks as you open it; you hope nobody notices. You put your right foot out before your left, because you heard that it's good luck. You're not sure if you even want good luck, for what would come that you desire? Friends? No. Attention? No. Good grades? You already have that. What else is there? You still keep walking toward the stairs. Once you arrive there, You find a note near your foot. You're not a bad person, so you pick it up trying to search for a name. You're searching for one because it might identify who it's from or who it's supposed to be given to. No name on the outside...is there one on the inside? As you're about to open the note, you hear puddles splashing; someone is dashing up the stairs.
You hate one on one interactions, so you try walking away without looking strange. Just as you're about to rush off, you wonder if it's better to leave the note or take it. The footsteps are becoming louder. This means they are getting closer to you. How will you decide, and why is it such a hard decision? Oh no, looks like you ran out of time. You get ran into by a tall boy about your age.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," he exclaims,
"It's fine, really," You stutter, trying not to start a conversation.
He looks down at the white folded paper in your cold hands asking,
"So, that note, is it yours?"
Why did he ask?! It's none of his business! You lie as you respond with,
"Oh, this note, well, it's mine. I was on my way to deliver it to someone."
"Oh, sorry I thought it was mine. I lost a note I was going to deliver to someone just as you are, and I guess it's not the one your holding,"
Oh god no, was this his? That's why he asked! How will you assure it's his?
You put on a fake smile and start walking away with the note toward your dorm. As you hear him turn around and start walking down the stairs, you look over your shoulder to find that he has sighed after you walked away. He seems the way you do every day. Right before he allows to step out of your sight, you turn around and say,
"It was lovely meeting you..."
He turns with me.
"Liam. The names' Liam. It was nice meeting you too!"
"Liam?" You whisper to yourself. You tell him,
"My names' Alyssa, I'll see you around some time,"
Why did you say that? You don't want to know this Liam guy at all.
"See you later, Alyssa,"
You smile again and this time he looks as if he adores it. You feel the same way about him. You rush to your dorm smiling, realizing that you haven't felt this way in months! Pages after pages in your journal pass, graphite in your pencil now transferred on to your paper, and a tear gone by. "Wait, what?" You ask yourself, "This tear, is it really a tear of happiness?! Is it true? In days like this, how would it ever come to be that a tear of happiness falls? Not ever was I to expect a tear of happiness, but especially in a depressing state like the one I'm in? Never!" You decline to believe what has happened. What a story this has created. You decide you want to read. But this time, the plot shall be happy. You never read happy books, for you can't connect to the story. But now, now you can. You must cherish this moment for it may only last another second. You pull a fuzzy sweater over your head because you know how cold the library is. It's so cold that even a polar bear could freeze in there. You grab some books before you leave to return since you finished them. Before you exit your dorm, you remember the note. You were so caught up in your feelings that you totally forgot about it. So you turn around and head for the note. Should you open it?
