Let's Waste Time

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Hello! This is the first story I'm writing that I'm serious about. Yay! *applause* I've always hated authors notes and never read them. And I don't have a lot to say so I hopefully won't have a lot. I hope you enjoy-Anna

CARA POV
Ugh! I hate moving. Packing everything up and then taking it all out. What even is the point? I sit on my bed in my new dorm. I'm a freshman in college. I've always looked forward to this moment, but it's not as exciting as I had hoped. I thought it would make me feel accomplished and excited. Right now I feel tired and annoyed.

When I open my first box, the first thing I see is all of my books. Ok, I admit it, I'm kind of a reading nerd. But no, I'm not one of those people who does nothing but read. I'm social. Ish. But my books are like my prized possessions. I have the complete collection of Shakespeare's most famous works. I take them out of the box and kind of put them in random openings I find. I have a single room for some reason. I was really hoping for a roommate but atleast I have privacy!

I take everything out, make my bed, and stuff everything in places so it all looks neat. My parents wouldn't be proud. They're clean freaks. They're really proper. Important business people. I don't even care what they do anymore, it takes up so much of their time I only used to see them at dinner. I have a feeling I'll be spending my holidays in my dorm reading books. But when I finally finish unpacking, I decide to walk around the campus.

It's on a beach. Since it's still the summer I just kinda walk around on the beach for a while and stare at the sunset. It's an orange-pink-yellowy type of color. I look around and see everyone in their groups of friends. All my friends decided to take a gap year before they start college but I wanted to get the hell out of my house. I hate it. So lonely. Except for the maid Rosa. But she only speaks Spanish. I always hear her shouting in the phone. The conversations go something like this:
'Oigo...NO. ¿POR QUÉ?... TÚ ERES STUPIDO...CALLETE... VAS A LA ESCUELA... NO JOSE. SAQEN TU MOCHILA Y CORRES!..ADIOS!'
I think she's talking to her son. I could pick out 'shut up' and 'backpack.' Yup. Four years of Spanish and I still suck. But she's the best company I've ever had. I shouldn't complain about that. My friends usually went out without me. I wasn't big on parties or drinking. I'd rather read some Harry Potter in my room with a cup of coffee.

Now that I'm college I have a fresh start. I can get away from the city I used to call my home and become a new person. I've been waiting years for this. Freedom.

The beach is nice and I see all of these people who seem to be having fun. I wish I was one of them. But it's there loss for not hanging out with me. But I can't wait until tomorrow. First classes! I know what you're thinking why does she like class? Well, I don't. I just can't wait to be an official college student. It makes me seem so sophisticated.

While I'm deep in my thoughts I accidentally bump into someone.

"Sorry," I say to the girl I bumped into.

"It's fine. I've done that so may times," she says laughing it off.

She seems nice so I say,"whats your name?"

"Annabelle, you?" she asks me curiously.

"Cara. It's nice to meet you," I say with a sincere smile on my face.

"You too. Are you a freshman too?"

"Yeah. I like it here so far," I said feeling more confident.

"Nice," she says while she checks her watch. "Shit, I gotta go. I hope to see you later."

"Bye," I yell as she's already 50 feet ahead of me.

That's good. I made a friend. Nice way to start off college. I hope everyone's as nice as her.