Sainsbridge University was my dream school. Since ninth grade I've wanted to study English Literature there. And here I am now. Standing in front of the massive wrought iron gates of the institution, I am now an emotional blank. If I were here nine months earlier, I would have been ecstatic. I shudder at the memories that comes along with that thought. Get a frikkin' grip on yourself ! , I scold myself and walk through the gates. I get a few smiles, especially from the opposite gender, but I'm performing a Herculean task by just trying to return them. I'm a little over 5"3 but my vertical disability is compensated by my figure. I'm more on the curvy side. This should have been a plus for me but back where I was from my dark complexion was frowned upon and my par... and other factors ensured that I was single since the day I was born. These smiles from the boys are totally new for me but I still don't find it in me to pleased.
God, I need therapy...
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I sit in the college grill, cradling my hot chocolate, trying to retain what's left of my sanity. My first class had been Medieval Lit. It was one of my favorite subjects and I had begun to feel a little bit optimistic but my hopes were deflated within minutes. I mean, there were a lot of overseas students but Professor Crowley took special interest in me because I was from India. So instead of the customary introduction routine, she forced me to give a literal minute-by-minute relay of the nineteen years of my existence. And as if things couldn't get any worse I was seated next to the most chatty Californian blonde. I'm not usually stereotypical, but aren't blonde girls from California supposed to be , you know, dumb? Sigh. Just as I take my first scalding sip of hot chocolate, I hear a very familiar voice say, "Bonnie?!" I turn to look at the source of the voice and after a long , long time a genuine smile breaks across my face. This is because I see Pamela O'Brien. Pam was an exchange student in my old school during my junior year. She was the flame and I was the cotton ball soaked in kerosene. We got along instantly and we have been best friends since. She rushes over squealing like a pre-teen and gives me a huge hug. I can't help but laugh out a little. "It's so good to speak to you in person instead of Skype talking and e-mails.", she says, echoing my thoughts.
"Ditto, Pam. How've you been".
"Extraordinary. What about y... Oh sorry wrong question." , she says sheepishly.
Obviously, I've told her about everything and she has asked plenty of questions about that incident but I can't help but feel a twinge of pain at her words.
"I'm sorry,Bonnie. I know it's hard to cope with betrayal this big. I should have never bought it up.
"It's okay. I should get over it at one point though, right?", I say with a shrug.
"Want something to drink?"
Her guilty expression slowly morphs into an enthusiastic one.
Uh-oh this is not good.
Whenever Pam is excited about something, that something includes people. A lot of people. Pam is a girl who manages to look like a super model all the frikkin' time. She's 5"8 and is a size zero and to top that she's got emerald green eyes and perfect blonde waves. With all these in her arsenal, it is pretty evident that she has a humongous social life. So this happy face probably means that she wants to go do what she does best, socialize.
"Come on. I'll take you to meet the most stellar bunch of people on this planet", she says.
Fifty points to Gryffindor.
Looking at all the enthusiasm on her face, I can't bring myself to deny her. A let out a big gust of air and stand." Alright. Impress me!", I say. With a happy clap she picks up her bags and tows me out.
This should be good...
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Hey guys! How are finding the story so far? This (obviously) is my first story so your comments will be very helpful!
So what's up with Bonnie, huh?! And what are your thoughts on Pam?
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P.S Sainsbridge University is a total figment of my imagination, k?
alright I'll go now
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