The Bad Boy Goes To Harvard

Chapter 1

Emily

"Don't forget to brush your teeth everyday and every night. And don't you dare miss a day! Remember, a phone call good morning and a phone call good night. Iron your shirts before you wear them, you always forget to do that. Always go to bed at 10, and wear conservative pyjamas, you never know who your roommate might sneak in. I packed in your snoopy slippers for those cold nights. We'll Skype every other day for updates on your studies. Focus on studying and do not procrastinate. No partying, I don't believe I should be reminding you this. You didn't forget your feminine things did you? I packed an extra box of tampons just in case. I noticed that you started getting a bit thicker so I got you a pair of pants in an extra size up. Now I'm not saying you're fat, but I think you should cut down on your food intake. Also, don't forget to wake up 2 hours earlier for a morning run, that butt isn't gonna lift itself up. Practice your violin everyday! Don't wast your time, which means no boys! Those deadbeats are always up to no good. Oh dear, is it time we had that talk?"

"No, mom! I'm 18 years old, I think I can figure it all out by my own. Besides, didn't I promise you I'll leave the baby-making to Cathryn?"

Cathryn was my older half sister. She was my mom's daughter, and my dad's step-daughter. I loved her to the moon and back, but she was a bit of a sleep-around. My mom has come to terms with it a few years back. She lost her virginity at the young age of 16 to Sleaze. His name was Mike, but I refused to call him that. I had a little nickname for evey one of my sister's old boyfriends. Of course I also have a nickname for her current pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, Hick. Sometimes I would call him that in public and then cough out saying I mean, Rick. It took everything in me to bite back snickers at him when he brushes it off always as the airhead he is. They were now probably backpacking through god-knows-where.

"Oh honey! I'm gonna miss you so bad! Who's gonna wake me up to fix the pan after they've made a stack-full of crisp-burnt pancakes? Or were those french toasts? I could never tell," my mother rambled.

I frowned. Aw c'mon! They were obviously egg omlets!

"I better get going then," she said while pulling me to her chest, engulfing me with a suffocating bear hug. "I wish you the best, Moo."

Yeah. You heard right. She calls me Moo, unlike all the other mothers who always have cute embarrassing nicknames for their kids, like Pumpkin, Muffin, Cookie.. Wait, is Cookie one of them? I don't know, I'm hungry.

"Mom," I started "I really have to get going. My luggage isn't gonna unpack itself." I crossed my fingers behind my back that she gets the hint. "Okay okay, I guess I'm not needed anymore. Bye, sweetie." She said, giving me another hug and a slobbering kiss on my cheek. She started walking away, while I took off in the other direction towards the dorms.

"Moo! Don't forget to change your undies everyday!"

I cringed.

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It was hard to roll two fat suitcases. No, it was impossible. At one point I actually rolled one by one. I probably looked ridiculous to people passing by, rolling one suitcase and leaving one behind, then stopping and going back to get the other one. I didn't miss the questioning looks, the amusement ones and even the pitiful ones. I wanted to roll my eyes at them.

If you feel so sorry for me, then why don't you, oh I don't know, help?

But still, nothing could stop the extensive grin plastered on my face, that seemed to get even wider by the minute. I finally reached my dorm and found the door unlocked. Great. Just great. My roommate was already here, which meant that she probably picked the better bed. Not only that, I wanted to make a good first impression, and me panting like a dog and sweating buckets wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I entered the room anyway. The room wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It was perfectly squared with a window without any drapes. I didn't take my time looking at the room because I already knew exactly what each corner looked like. Don't judge me, I've been obsessed with Harvard ever since I could recite the alphabet. Okay, maybe ever since I was 13.