Youtube College

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Chapter One:

I stood tall with my chin up as I walked through the hallways of the spacious lobby of my new college. I felt the soft carpeted floors underneath my feet.

The school required us to remove our shoes because most of the school was carpeted.

Although it was unusual, I didn't complain, because it was quite comfortable.

The air had a slight stench of sweat, mixed with powerful smells of different perfumes. But, thankfully the body scents were not too strong because if they were I would have caught a massive headache.

I walked at a slow pace, looking at my surroundings. Saying the school was big, would be the understatement of the day, because it was huge.

It wouldn't be the understatement of the century/decade/year because another understatement is most probably bound to happen the next day...

The walls were painted a professional colour of white. But with the large mass of students - college freshmen - and their parents, wearing different coloured clothes, the dull-coloured walls were barely visible and were hard to spot.

Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name.

"Brooke! Over here!" A familiar French-accented voice yelled, over the other screams and voices.

I made a full 360 degree turn, trying to find the owner of the voice, but the large crowd of people, walking and running, made it difficult.

But I quickly saw the person calling me, he furiously waved his arms, trying to capture my attention, my best friend Jerome.

I hadn't seen him in four months because after senior year, he left back home to France to spend time with his family, and I also went back to Canada to spend time with mine.

Or more like what was left of mine...

I examined his face, and body. His brown hair hadn't gotten any longer, meaning that he must have trimmed them, at least once while in France.

But other than that, it was the same old Jerome Jarre. The same green eyes, that are almost never visible when he smiles. Those same wrinkles beside his eyes when he smiles. The same pearly white teeth.

The same old Jerome Jarre.

Our eyes locked each other's and we ran towards one another. I had a huge grin on my face and so did he.

For a second I was scared that he couldn't see where he was going because his eyes were so squished together. But, we made it safely in each other's arms.

"OH MAH GAWD! I haven't seen you in so long!" I yelled happily in his face and he winced, probably at the volume of my voice.

Let's just say, that even when I'm not yelling, I'm probably the loudest person you know.

Yeah, I don't exactly have an indoor voice. But, thankfully Jerome, along with all of my other friends, have gotten used to my unnatural and sort of obnoxious loud voice.

"I know! I am happy that we get to go to the same college." Jerome's accented voice always gave me a feeling of security, although we had only been friends since freshman year in high school, we were completely inseparable.

He had always taken care of me, no matter the situation and he probably knew me better than I knew myself due to the excessive amount of time he spent with me.

Sure, he knew my birthdate, he knew my favorites: colour, food, academic subjects, TV shows, clothes... etc.

But, he was my best friend Jerome Jarre.