The Things Yet to Come

Do as You Would Be Done By

Hello again, anyone who's still reading this! I don't actually know what to say right now, just wanted say hi. Hi!

You know, I actually think I'm miserable. Like, there's this underlying feeling of despondency hiding beneath all the things going on in my life right now. I don't even know why. Maybe it's because I truly miss Harper. I don't know. But hey, I'm not giving up and becoming a sullen pile of female emotions, I'm just starting over. Turning over to a new page. It might seem like every greeting card ever but it's got a point, don't you think?

It's been a week since college started so let me summarize everything that has happened so far.

1) Finn visited every morning for breakfast.

2) We ran out of food.

3) Wendy squealed every time I made breakfast.

4) We ran out of food.

5) Maya was a bitch.

6) We attended Freshers Week.

7) Wendy wanted to join the Astronomy club.

8) Wendy guilted us into joining the Astronomy club.

9) Would you look at that? Maya was a bitch about that too.

I guess that's the basic gist of it. Oh and guess what? It's raining cats and dogs. Perfect setting for me to begin moping around about, you know, that thing.

But seriously, not cool weather. Not cool. You could've at least given me a month of sunshine and breeze to get over that thing but no, you just had to start a storm. And now I need to deal with Wendy worrying about finding a teacher to supervise the Astronomy club which, I have to mention, consists of only four people. I'm assuming you can guess who those four people are.

I lifted my head from the bare coffee table I'd begun my moping on, glancing at the muted TV playing in front of me. It's Saturday night, I've got a paper to write and now Rachel McAdams is kissing Ryan Reynolds in the rain. Looks like I've got my priorities straight already! I got up and peeped out the window, watching the heavy rain beat down against the cold glass well, I think it should be cold like, I really wouldn't know actu- wait a minute, is that a guy outside? I squinted in closer to make out the blurry shapes through the glass and sure enough, there was a tall blurry shape of a man sitting on the sidewalk. Frowning, I grabbed an umbrella and rushed out of the door, carefully stepping down the wet porch steps. Now that I was outside, noticing a large suitcase and pile of sodden books beside didn't seem too hard.

"Hey!" I called out, referring to every movie cliché I could recall that taught me how to confront strangers. "Are waiting for someone? It's raining pretty hard if you didn't realise already."

He glanced back, his face mostly covered by a dark grey hoodie, and shrugged. "I'll be fine."

I stared back at him sceptically. "Sure you will. Now once you're done being an idiot, perhaps you could take the time to list out the numerous diseases and colds you could catch by sitting out here. Here, let me help you get started. There's the Rhino virus, pneumonia, pyrexia, hypothermia, sinusitis and obviously-"

"Okay! I get it! Lots of things I could catch out here! And your point is?"

"Be a smart boy and not stay in the rain, it's not that hard to comprehend is it?"

He stood up abruptly. "And where exactly am I going to stay if not the rain? I was kicked out, that's not a hard to concept to grasp either, is it?"

"Well geez Louise, guy, it's not my problem right now." I replied back, rolling my eyes at his little outburst. "You know, if you're not a hobo, you're welcome to spend the night on my couch."