Metanoia

Chapter 3: The Stick

• Kian •

          SLAP!
            I don't bother looking at the chick's face, or body. That wheelchair and behavior is enough to tell me how much of a nuisance she must be to her caretakers. I like thinking I'm doing them a favor, maybe it will take her down a notch. What a fucking bother. One second I'm walking to class peacefully and then this cripple has to trip me up. I can't stand punks that think the world will stop for them, or their wheels for that matter.
                                              
          Whatever, I don't have time for this. "Do not ever come near me again, I don't have time for your bleeding heart 'oh help me I'm dying' bullshit or whatever you're selling. This is a great campus, let's try and keep it that way." I lecture, hopefully she won't take that lightly. I can't help myself from scoffing and looking around, I'm relieved no one was around to see. It was well deserved anyway, why should I be worried? I start making my way to class again, my mind still churning with frustration.

           What a shit day.

           At least I will be able to move into my dorm earlier than I thought. I heard from my friend, Jackson, that the admissions office had a hissy fit about it. It's not my fault I have such an awesome setup. I heard we have mixed-sex dorms, so I am obviously excited to be rooming with a hot babe. I snicker and smirk. This year will be easy, and my popularity keeps growing around campus. I don't think life gets any better than this. Being 21 is a plus for the drinking deal. Anyway, I reach the familiar hallway of my class buildings, its fluorescent lights casting an eerily empty glow. The earthquake last year really did a number on this portion of the building, huh? I catch a glimpse of myself in a window's reflection of me. "Heh, niiiicceee." I fix my hair and enter my first class.

          The rest of my day was a blur, I didn't bother paying attention to any of my classes, I already know I'm smart enough. I am moving my stuff into my car to get ready to get it to the dorm. I am obviously looking as sharp as ever, can't risk missing out on a hot date. Fingers crossed it's not some big hairy dude, yikes. I roll my eyes and hop in my car and start on my way from my parent's house to the address. I roll down my windows and blast my music, enjoying the drive. Oh yeah, they told me my roommate's name before, I was sure it was female. What was it? Ava? Avery? Sounds like an easy blonde to me!