My Angel

Ch.1: Stones

Authors notes: My chapters are semi-long if you want the interesting part where she meets the love interest skip to chap 2 :)

Dear Diary  

Some people say that the college experience is like no other. I mean it's the first time in your life where you become an independent young adult. It's the time in your life when you find yourself, discover your calling, and figure out the greater meaning of life. Well I think most of that is a bunch of  bullshit but I have to tell myself that doing all this is actually worth something and it's better this then working a minimum wage job for the rest of my life. But I can't lie and say I'm not extremely excited to be on my own to be and to become a responsible young adult who can establish a strong career and navigate through life ( hopefully...) this is everything I've been working for all those years of extra credit volunteering and extracurriculars taking time away from friends was all a sacrifice to get here and now that I'm here I won't let anything deter me!

The moment my eyes crack open I panicked looking at unfamiliar ceiling it takes about 5  seconds for my panic to subside. (Right this is not your house). Slowly sitting up I rub my eyes before reaching for my phone on the bedside table I propped up last night. 

Mom: you should be heading to orientation soon 

Even though I'm 5 hours away it still feels like she's right here in the room standing outside my door telling me to get ready. 

Mom: Wake up 

Mom: Wake up 

"Oh my god why," I say with a raspy voice. Sighing I text back quickly so the bombardment of texts stops. 

Me: I'm awake please stop 

Mom: Text me when you get there

Me: K

Setting my phone face down I let a huge yawn causing tears to prick the corners of my eyes. I set on the edge of the bed looking straight at the wall as I wait for the tired to subside when I feel like my brain starts to wake up then I stand. Turning left and right I rotate my torso before stretching my arms up and shaking them out. My bones crack as I tilt my left to right. head up and down. I get one disturbingly loud  crack when I tilt my head down and wince. That did not sound right. 

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As with any first anything I'm feeling hecka nervous but I've found ways to cope with the first-day jitters syndrome. Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth I close my eyes and press my palms together in a prayer position before whispering words of affirmation to myself and then opening my eyes. 

Throwing on the clothes I picked out the night before then walking to my full-length mirror to take in my appearance. I turn front to back looking over my jean shorts and yellow ruffled crop top. I nod my head with an approving smile before pausing on my face. My skin is clear as day ever since I started my new facial routine over the summer because before that I looked like I had moguls on my forehead. I smile at myself revealing my teeth. My friends used to call me rabbit back in elementary because my teeth were bigger than my mouth but now thanks to Dr.Cheng my smile couldn't be any more straight.

"Oh shit wait what time is it-" I tear myself away from the mirror and rush into the bathroom. After freshening up I wrestle with my hair trying to get it to comply without breaking my comb. The sound of my mother's voice rings loud in my head  " and this is why you should always plat your hair before you go to bed." I roll my eyes knowing full well the consequences every time I neglect my hair but damn If some days I wish I didn't have any at all so that I could get a break from it. After tugging and pulling on my hair a little longer I  wrestle it into a bun so it stands stiff and puffy on my head.