PLEASE DON'T HATE ME If any of you read the story before I deleted it I'm sorry for leaving you on a cliff hanger. I decided to change the plot the whole game thing was not working for me so I came up with a better idea, I think. I have a couple chapters outlined. It would mean a lot to vote and comment what you think :) Thank youuu!
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Life. That scary thing you have to think about after high school ends. You're so use to hanging out with friends that you have known forever, being taken care of by your parents and seeing the same town for years. But once you leave for college all that changes, you are officially on your own. And like I said, it's a scary thing. I for one was excited to finally leave the house and be on my own but I was definitely scared. I was a smart girl so I knew I could handle it.
Today I registered my dorm for college so I could move in. The campus was huge. The scenery was beautiful, breath taking actually. I went to the registration desk to get my keys. I had room 37 on the third floor, west wing, and last room on the right. I decided to take my time getting to my room so I can scope out what kind of people were staying around here. My mother always told me to be careful of my surroundings "there are so sketchy people in this world" she would say. The people on campus seemed to be your average face people, some standing out a little more than others. I would blend right in. I'm not extravagant like those Abercrombie models with the perfect hip bones, hair, or height. I was vertically challenged only reaching the maximum height of 5' 3". I was tiny, pretty slimmed up from playing Lacrosse not to many months ago. My slightly wavy hair only reached my boobs. My eyes were a pretty bright green; they were pretty much the only thing I liked about myself. I had natural olive tint to my skin that helped compliment me eye color pretty well I thought.
Nothing interesting caught my eye so I gave up and decided to start unpacking my stuff. Classes didn't start for another week so I had some time to blow around here maybe meet a few people get a hook up. I don't know anything could happen. It is college after all.
I pretty much get done unpacking the majority of my stuff and deciding to leave the rest for later. It was around 6 o'clock when my roommate came in. She was your typical Victoria's secret model looking girl and I felt like scum even standing next to her. Her hair was blonde but tip dyed with blue and pink
"Hi I'm Hayle!" Her high pitched voice breaking the uncomfortable silence."You must be Laury'Ella!" Her peppiness was really starting to bug me, then the thought occurred to me I would have to deal with it for the next 4 years so I might as well get use to it.
"Yeah that's me, call me Ella." I give a little smile as I go to give her a hand shake.
"No silly come here, we're roomies now, I want a hug." Her face determined yet comforting. I was skeptical so I just stood there with my hand out. She pulled me in and gave me a hug she smelled of candy and fruity lotion. I wanted to puke. This was going to be an interesting year.
I received my schedule in our little mailboxes set up outside our rooms. I had heard stories from various people about how they felt overwhelmed by their classes the first year of college. I decided to take note of that and make sure my schedule was as non hectic as possible. I only made sure I had my classes spread out and that they started later on in the day. I have a yearlong philosophy and geography course. I also have an organic chemistry semester course and to my dismay, Calculus. The only days I didn't have class was Thursday then of course the weekend. None of my classes started before noon. It was good to know that I would never have to worry about getting up early.
Even though it was the first day of classes I didn't make it a priority to look all dressed up. The simple combo of a hoodie and jeans was good enough for me. Hayle on the other hand went the full nine yards. She got up at 9 just to do her hair and makeup. She has on a floral print dress with a tight jean jacket and cowboy boots to finish the outfit off. I do have to admit it was cute but I didn't see the point of dressing up like that. 11:35 finally rolls around and Hayle is ready to go. I grab my satchel with my spiral and laptop then head out the door with Hayle rambling on about how excited she is to finally start college. I know it's rude but I zoned her out. We walked to the other side of the campus which required much more endurance than I thought. I really needed to invest in a car.
